Watah Calls

It rains.
I pray to the ancestors.
I pray for my mother.
The blood I shall spill and the wrath of the mighty.
In the night I hear my destiny rush between drops.
Rain, she calls.
A river spills over my body from above.
May the world drown and the ocean swallow us whole.
May we tremble as our breath is pulled away.
Oceans.
Oceans, call to me.
Fathoms, reaching from fathoms.
Yemaya calls to me.

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