Big Mouthfuls Ava File

Ava didn’t sip from life; she swallowed it whole.

But Ava never choked. Not on food, not on words, not on the silences that followed the boys who left or the jobs that fell through. She crammed in the grief—wet and heavy as bread dough. She gulped down the joy—sharp and bright as lemon peel. She took the sky in through her eyes each morning as if she might never see it again. big mouthfuls ava

The Hunger of Ava