The white walls, the white ceiling, the white tapestry and bedsheet,

The white sunlight, the white breeze, the white ocean foam

Her white dress and her white hair and her white skin—

all the white in the world arches over her, suffocating her—

her eyeballs throb with all the white.

She cries out like a wounded animal.

It’s too much,

too much,

too much.

The white is trapping her in.