“What’s left of what your body was – once the girl with bare shoulder blades, giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress – was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn’t you anymore. You were somewhere more.”

“What’s left of what your body was – once the girl with bare shoulder blades, giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress – was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn’t you anymore. You were somewhere more.”

— Ava Dellaira