I felt a shudder right through me, quaking. I feel my thighs go loose and hot. Oh, it’s a sickness. A sickness. I swoon into it. She is telling, she is finally telling. It’s like dipping your toe in a magical lake in some fairy tale.
— Megan Abbott
I felt a shudder right through me, quaking. I feel my thighs go loose and hot. Oh, it’s a sickness. A sickness. I swoon into it. She is telling, she is finally telling. It’s like dipping your toe in a magical lake in some fairy tale.
— Megan Abbott
How can we stifle the long, the old Remorse
That lives, writhes, twists itself
And mines us as the worm devours the dead,
The caterpillar the oak?
How can we stifle the old, the long Remorse?
— Charles Baudelaire