in that moment. It seems so strange
to think back to it now.
The way her hand left mine.
The way she never held it
with that kind of love again.
I Realized I Did Not Like That Word, Oceanid
When you name something,
are you naming it because you love it?
Or are you naming it to build it a golden cage
of your understanding?
Names can do that.
They can become a drowning.
They can grow around your wrists
and shackle you to their meaning.
When I walked away
from my father’s chambers
I realized my hands
were clenched into fists.
I did not want to be an Oceanid,
one of countless sisters.
I wanted to be like my parents.
I wanted powers of my very own.
An Uneasy Reign
Although my father was the oldest
of all the Titan Gods,
it was Kronos,
the youngest of the Titan brothers,
who had overthrown Ouranos.
This meant that the throne,
the leadership of the Titan realms,