Em

There's not a lot of imagination in this.

This is mostly true.

They found her in her apartment because she the rent was two weeks past due. No one noticed the smell, because there wasn't much of one to speak of. Her body was simply there, waiting to be found.

There was no note.

She had hung her self with a tightly wound string from the black grand piano that was one of the few furnishings in her apartment. It hadn't quite broken her neck though, and it didn't quite strangle her, and it didn't even really slit her throat. The official report stated that she died simple from “trauma”. One of the mortician interns guessed that she had spent perhaps hours hanging there. The intern's mentor made no effort to correct this thought, but new that it would have been several days, at least.

She carried no identification.

She knew no one.

She had donated her eggs at a fertility clinic weeks before.

Her daughter would grow up to become beautiful, and a poet, and very very happy.