[His] name wasn't Daniel. Wouldn't have been Daniel. Could have been Isis. In my mind I called [him] Isis, who was responsible. It was that night when Isis let the sun sit longer in the sky making my chest lift up like a balloon and light cups of bedside water on fire. Summoning Yemaya to answer the prayers for my ballooning body, she turned me into water. I felt remnants of the prayers and the rising heat of the sun as I ran backwards before dawn. I still hear the waves of that body of water calling but refuse to mourn and continue on in [his] search into the light.
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