Neophyte

Neophyte What can I say the pot plants in the yard are fed tiny rain drops saintly tears of a girl rejected by the abbess to join the order because she detect a wild sensual abandonment behind eyes that, at first glance, are mirrors of chastity. The abbess knows the young girl is not seeking god rather she seeks shelter from the raving craving of her body, the relentless dreams so alive she feels the weight of her fantasy lover´s alabaster body, a young priest at the local church. Sacrifices, in god´s name is always demanded by religious orders, and mother superior has a quota to fill, but she is not looking for troubles She needs compliant novices, Indian girls from the slum who will forever thank god for escaping Calcutta´s poverty. They will be slaves of Jesus and married to him, clean his underwear endure ignominy for three square meals and a bunk bed to sleep in.