Broken-A companion to Pieces

This one's for you, Treblemaker. I basically made it as an explanation for why the main character's mother died. You can take it the way you want to, but I think it has a couple of clues. Tell me how it is! I hope it isn't too awful. 
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Long sips of red wine
held between elegant fingers 
The scent of blood lingers 
A flashing warning sign
Blue eyes, black hair
Terrified swallows
My chest hollows
Breath wafting in the air
Toes curl, lights dim
Sweat glistens
The silence listens
A goblet filled up silver to the brim
A gasp of breath
My body shakes
One last glimpse of past mistakes
It looms, death
I bring the glass to my lips
They round the edge in a featherlight kiss
For a moment, all is bliss
Then death's hands clutch my hips
My lifeline snaps
Eyes roll back
Legs go slack
As she watches our world collapse 
 

infinitelyinfinite3

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18 years old

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