Stripped

The tepid rain fell hard on my face as I looked up at the blank sky above.
I could barely remember where I was.
How did I get to this lurid place?
All around me were grinding figures,
passion being spent like it was quarters.
It made me think about pinball and
hot neon.
I can see the past vaguely in the night,
Stars being people-clouds being me.
There were so many places,
people,
parks,
walking and walking,
running and naivete.
Surrounding my soul was a big fluffy cloud,
never thinking it would be me in this tomb.
That's what it feels like.
Constricted and cuffed,
I slide down a pole.
I see the sky through the window,
and it isn't really above,
it's slanted and twisted-on the left of my position.
I spin and circle worndering how,
how did I get here amongst these...
these broken human beings
so clueless and pain stricken?
Whence came the horror of it all,
whence came the numbness?
Triviality and harsh stabs of reality's rusty dagger.
On this very night I tell you my tale
On this very morning I awoke...
it's all too real.
To awake under the stars used to be a dream,
a vision,
now-a nightmare,
a doom.
I'm destined to be just how I am now:
basically no one,
on this twisted pedestal,
writhing around.
What would I have done,
if in any way I could have seen,
that in the end it would be me,
prancing on a stage of naked truths,
horrid films,
and plush reeking carpets.
No one would suspect it from a girl simple as I.
Untouched...
never.
But who is the man with his hands on my body?
the former teacher,
the rapist,
the liar?
Now I'm staggered,
blinded,
beaten,
broken

and

down.
Keep the key,
tie me up,
I'm stuck,
naked in this spiteful place.
Will it be forever?