CROWNED BY BLOOD
My soul bleeds through every whispered name, each repetition of the litany opening the wound wider, deeper, until I am nothing but raw nerve and desperate love for people I can never bring back.
But the curse does not win tonight. The dead do not go unnamed.
And in the growing light of morning, surrounded by the stubborn flames that refused to be extinguished, I found something I thought lost forever: the first tentative step toward redemption, measured not in forgiveness received but in honor given, not in absolution granted but in love remembered.
It is not enough. It will never be enough.
But it is a beginning.