A Tattoo

Dark, so dark.
All I saw was black, I couldn't open my eyes.
There was nothingness within the air,
wind was blowing iced pricks that speared through
my face.
The shreaded bits of clothing hanged on my body,
dancing angrily to the beat of their movements.
All drunken with laughter, shadows swaying
like mad palm trees.
Smashing empty glass bottles near me, I was
trembling.
Tears and blood stained my face,
he pulled me and I was forced to move.
Feeling hundreads and thousands of needles
in my body, I was at discomfort.
His rough skin came onto mine, dry and hard.
Swallowing and inhaling was all that I
was capable of, I dare not make a sound.
Pushing me towards the bare side of the wall,
leaving me bare in the wind, so sharp,
so frozen.
I limped into midnight silently,
fearing that one day, they might come
for me again.