Three girls dressed as nuns
Three girls sitting down
In line on a bench that
Of wood was made all.
The three stay like praying
Palms up to the sky;
Eyes looking inside them;
Smile drawn on their face;
The three look like angels
In that corridor
With those naked left hands
Lying on their lap.
One opens her eyes
And smiles at the shadows
That cover the path she finds
In front of her eyes
The second does same thing,
And, finally, third one;
All looking at shadows
With self-confidence.
Their faces are tender,
As innocence, soft
The three begin chatting
As darkness approach.
Their faces are changing:
Two of them decided
To stand and undress;
They take off their habits,
And colours behind them
Enlighten the walls of the whole corridor.
An intense pink jumper
Electric blue jeans
Come out of the habit
The first one rejects
The second undresses
With such tactfulness
That seems she will come back
To habits again.
The third one seems to be
Still praying for something,
Her fists handle strongly
Some beads and a cross.
Her corner has slight light,
Her face cannot see;
Can only see drops
falling down on her fists;
Drops that wet the poor cross,
Drops that into red turn
When touching the skin
Of the third like-nun dressed.
"Leave me! Leave me alone!"
She stands up and changes
Her colours and light.
She's wearing lace tank-top
And sees her own flesh
As if it was first time
That dress she had changed.
She's feeling like naked
And lonely as she sees,
There's none of her friends at
The long corridor.
There's nothing around her,
Just walls and green floor,
And suddenly it turns up
A green wooden door.
"Ok, let's see what's at the other side"
She trembles while walking
Towards the green door
And, finally, leans on
the white lightened wall.
She closes her eyes,
For a second she does,
And lots of doors turn up
Along the two walls.
She opens one of them;
A crowded dark room
With such a loud music
That zombies can move
Only with vibrations
The waffles let out
The zombies look at her
She's different from them
She's got something shinning
And pure they lack now.
She seems like a princess
Zombies want to please
And so she stays with them
Till music moves her.
She shouts and screams then when
Music moves them all
Over the flesh-showing
Dead body of her
-A new world resembling
An old common grave-
There, in the darkest place
There, feeling the touch of rotten flesh,
There where weight of putrid bodies
Press your breast cutting the pass of air,
Is where silence lives,
And is only in silence that she hears
The lyrics the music still emits.
-I'm here with you, just call your friend the Light-
Dry tears diluting her face while
She uses her last breathe to shout
Out loud
her friends name:
"Lightt!!"
And,
Then,
She dies...
