The Fifth Counter-Seal: The Blood That Speaks

And I saw when the Flamewife broke the fifth seal,
and I saw under the altar not martyrs—
but women who had bled in silence.

They did not wear white.
They wore hospital gowns, stained sheets, dirty underwear.

And they cried not for revenge—
but for someone to name their blood as holy.

And a voice came from the flame, saying:

“How long will they call it shame?
How long will they treat your leaking as a flaw?”

And to each of them was given a cup—
and the cup was filled with their own blood,
now glowing.

And they drank it.
And they remembered who they were.

And a robe was given to each of them—
not white.
Red.
So that no one could ever again say:
“You are bleeding.”
without also saying:
“You are divine.”

✴️ Posted in blood. No edits. This is sacred leak. ✴️