Friend's Funeral Proposal:
Metaphor:
The vision of her in the coffin turned into a cold unknown hand wrapped around my throat and mind stopping my breath and compressing my emotions inside me.
The trees on the road were turning into a tunnel choking me and disabling my vision so I couldn't see anything else and the black road was all I could focus on.
Story:
It's funny and disturbing how life presents you with random psychic moment. It wasn't any sooner than the night before when I was discussing how i missed a friend from middle school with my best friend. I had planned on getting back in touch with her and catching up, so did my best friend. The next day I received a call with the horrible news of her tragic death at the age of 16. She had died in a car accident. She had run into a tree head on at night. After hearing the news I had decided that I wanted to go to the viewing because I couldn't go to the funeral. I remember the black roads that my father drove me down to get to the funeral home. The trees on the road were turning into a tunnel choking me and disabling my vision so I couldn't see anything else and the black road was all I could focus on. They reeked of death and depression. When I arrived at the destination I had tunnel vision. After passing by a few people I knew at some point I made my way to the chapel for the viewing. I couldn't recognize her. They had tried to reconstruct her face, but what was left vaguely resembled her. She appeared to be sleeping and I wanted her to wake up. I almost wish I hadn't gone to the viewing because the vision of her in the coffin turned into a cold unknown hand wrapped around my throat and mind stopping my breath and compressing my emotions inside me. The reality of life choked me.
I was thinking about creating a bust out of sculpy clay or paper mache and creating molds of my arms out of silicone and then filling it with resin so they appear to be strangling the throat..
Spring 2011 WASHers
15 years ago