Peaches and cream
 her complexion,
 her brain biting
 and so sharp
 it cut itself
 and bled to death,
 closing a parenthesis
 of thirty seven years,
 some brilliant
 and full of joy
 wonder and discovery,
 some tortured.

 An experiment
 gone wrong,
 a song
 sliding off key,
 she scrunched this life
 into a throwaway
 paperball.

 Maestro
 da capo.