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Burning Dresses
She thinks she's dying of a broken heart disease. Just like he died of a bad heart. She started smoking cigarettes, hoping to speed up the process of dying. The smoke from her cigarette clings to her hair and her prom dress that she still hasn't changed out of. She gets up off the bathroom floor slowly, careful not to fall due to her shaking legs. She just wants to sleep, she slowly makes it down the hall to her room and collapses on the bed. Not bothering to change, she just lays there, wondering when she ate last.
She lights another cigarette, watching the smoke curl and the embers settle on her rumpled sheets. It's her fault he died, two discarded dresses lay on the floor. She wanted to look nice, she thinks she wants to watch those ugly dresses burn, but she doesn't have the energy to move. So she lays on her cigarette smelling sheets, waiting to feel something other than the pain that she doesn't want to become accustomed to feeling.