Jessica's looks were the only thing she had going for her.

That's what they said to her, when she was a teenager trying for the High School cheer team. It's why when she went for a job as a waitress she got the tips, it's why old men would leer and young men would cat call.

Jessica's looks were the only thing she had going for her.

That's why she got the clicks on her Insta page. That's why she got the Thirst tweets and unwanted dick pics. That's why people thought it would be appropriate to slide into her DMs like a snake writhes into a bird's nest.

Jessica's looks were the only thing she had going for her.

That's why she was ignored for the value of her eye for light and shadow, for her ability to capture in still image the beauty of life and the world around her. That's why she has been lusted after and longed for since puberty robbed her of the freedom of youth.

Jessica's skin is pale, with a porcelain sheen. Her hair is dark, framing eyes that are the cold blue of ice-chips and her lips are full of promises and whispers that you need to lean in to hear. In life her body was toned and cared for and she treated it like an asset and workman's tool. Death and the Embrace has taken that body and made it into a object of beauty and wonder, devoid of the flaws and blemishes that life brings.