girls fighting evil: swamp witch
To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised.
(she drips and scowls and sings. they use the plants to spell cast and the animals of the swamp sleep with her at night. slowly but surely, she becomes a part of the swamp. the swamp becomes her, too. she sinks down under the water, and watches you peer in.)