We Who Refuse the Grave
--- “We Who Refuse the Grave” That was the year the dead were named by numbers— a birthdate sealed in ash. We did not mourn. We rewrote the calendar with hands unclaimed by blood. Born again, but not by womb or ritual— we chose our own age. Time bent for us, not as mercy, but as weapon. The living asked: must we follow the rites of those already gone? We answered: no child, no grandchild, no family to bind us. We were young, not by accident, but by design. No heirlooms, no inheritance— just breath and blade. Desire for kin was the first betrayal. It made us dig graves we never meant to fill. So we refused to raise the buried. We did not want ...