Bayou Whispers
Watching the spider spin its web.
“Didn’t see us, did you, daughter?” her mother’s voice continued. “Didn’t see us, watching over you, the way we always have? We, the one shining above. You, the filthy spawn—crawling in the muck of life, dirty hands, dirty mind. Filled with the seed of filthy men.”
“Shut up, Cassandra.”
“Do you remember what they did? Filthy purple-headed snakes, violating every crease . . . ”
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