The cloth

I was taken forcefully from the shelf,

whoever was carrying me ran.

I was unrolled with trembling hands.

Suddenly a body was placed on me, the body of a man.

I was then folded back onto him. It was an excruciating moment.

I, a light and delicate piece of cloth, found myself stuck to a dirty body as blood seeped into my fabric.

I felt the bones push against me, I felt the lacerations and wounds becoming mine.

I was like that body: tortured. It was a terrible night.

Suddenly I felt a very strong heat, a light flooded me for a moment everything was white, light, and the signs and injuries suffered have become part of me.

It was a moment, then dark, again.

I felt myself leaning on the stone where, until a moment before, I wrapped that body. But that body was no longer there.

The stone that sealed the tomb moved, I saw it move,

and the light came in.