DOLLY

“anger lidding her eyes and thinning her mouth. She is looking positively miserable these days. The lines on her sallow forehead seem to be mating to beget more lines. Her chin sags like a turkey’s wattle.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“My boots land in mud with the squelch of viscera squeezed in a fist.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“journeys around the gardens and through the moors, the sun lowering progressively earlier, our shadows cast before us like freshly dug graves.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“I wonder what all the fuss with children is about. They’re only people, albeit smaller. Why care about people when they’re small if no one cares about them when they’re grown?”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho