Death Foretold

She thought

Her vein

Was a Ribbon.

That

She would cut it

And inaugurate

Something quite new

For herself.

Probably

A Life full of Colors.

Everybody.

Almost everyone

Advised her against.

One Night

Like an adept Performer

She cut her vein

Like a Ribbon.

The color was later washed away
With colorless water

and some cheap towels.