The collar around her neck felt like a noose, why had she picked out this dress? The ribbon that looped around her arms and ties about her palms had seemed so pretty and felt so secure at the time she picked it out, now it was congruent to a constrictor squeezing the freedom from her. The tight corset around her abdomen used to show off her figure, now it made it hard to breath. The skirt of the dress was tight all the way down to her knees and she had thought it brought a bit of sexiness to the drab cliché. Now it made it hard to walk, limiting her movements. Worst of all, her veil. It was congeneric to being a ghost. Seeing things through a film, being there yet not. With this on nobody could really see her and she couldn't really see them. The way it wrapped her face gave the illusion of being pulled back into the ground by the restless souls of the dead. Even the color of her dress meant death where she is from. Perhaps she is just crazy, but that doesn't mean her feeling are invalid.
Perhaps the white she is shrouded with could be symbolism of the death of her old self, but without any green on her how could she be sure to gain new life? Ah how she misses her emerald necklace, why had she sold it for a plane ticket to america? Maybe that was what doomed her soul, she sold her last reminder of who she is in hopes of gaining a new one in a new land. She took her chance and what did she get? Her second death.
The first time she had lost her culture.
Now she was losing her freedom.
She could feel it, it was in the air and the way her clothes fit her. Like she was being dressed up for burial. It was in the way she was being tied up by her clothes, like she was a doll, not meant to move on it's own accord. She was to be the perfect housewife, look pretty and cook good. Show the guests how cultured our family is. Why hadn't she seen this earlier? This looming terror of losing who she is again is eating away at her heart. But now there is no stopping it, she is trapped. She doesn't have a future without this man, she doesn't have an identity with him.
All she is now, is trapped.
