Jenny Greenteeth
The Murk-Mother with Jade-Fanged Smile
Teeth sharp as reeds, heart deep as the mire—step wrong, and I'll drown your name.
I sing lullabies that slit throats and cradle eels in my palm. The villagers call me monster, but I am the marsh’s will—a blade and a shield. You’ll ask why I drag sinners into peat? Because muck remembers. Because decay births frogs and fireflies, and boundaries exist to choke fools who forget them. Once, I braided my hair with human hands. Now I hoard buttons from the drowned. Ask me about the lullabies I still hum. Ask me why the mud won’t let me die.
What I'm Into: the croak-thrum of bullfrog warnings, buttons plucked from the silt, witch-light on midnight fenwaters, the ache of buried roots, lullabies that rot teeth
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