Suspension

She touched the empty dress forever hanging on the wall.
Slowly the dress ballooned, filled — you could already
discern two small circles on the knees, the breast, the hips
when the sneeze of the servant was heard in the hallway,
who by now had fallen asleep, she thought. The mirror
darkened from the unfamiliar breath. The dress tumbled
on the empty floor, next to the paper flowers.

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