Riven
@inkandhunger.bsky.social
A whisper dressed in fire.
I write because I ache.
You read because you do too.
I write because I ache.
You read because you do too.
So watch me now—
my voice a blade, my words a storm.
I summon every ember of legacy,
every spark of rebellion,
into this moment.
5/5
my voice a blade, my words a storm.
I summon every ember of legacy,
every spark of rebellion,
into this moment.
5/5
July 18, 2025 at 5:58 PM
So watch me now—
my voice a blade, my words a storm.
I summon every ember of legacy,
every spark of rebellion,
into this moment.
5/5
my voice a blade, my words a storm.
I summon every ember of legacy,
every spark of rebellion,
into this moment.
5/5
And to you, my shadowed mirror,
who trembles beneath the same wild sky—
this is our reckoning, our promise:
we will not whisper.
We will ignite.
4/5
who trembles beneath the same wild sky—
this is our reckoning, our promise:
we will not whisper.
We will ignite.
4/5
July 18, 2025 at 5:58 PM
And to you, my shadowed mirror,
who trembles beneath the same wild sky—
this is our reckoning, our promise:
we will not whisper.
We will ignite.
4/5
who trembles beneath the same wild sky—
this is our reckoning, our promise:
we will not whisper.
We will ignite.
4/5
To the architects of language,
who fractured silence into symphonies—
you gifted me the weapon of syllables,
the luxury of fierce, unruly articulation.
3/5
who fractured silence into symphonies—
you gifted me the weapon of syllables,
the luxury of fierce, unruly articulation.
3/5
July 18, 2025 at 5:58 PM
To the architects of language,
who fractured silence into symphonies—
you gifted me the weapon of syllables,
the luxury of fierce, unruly articulation.
3/5
who fractured silence into symphonies—
you gifted me the weapon of syllables,
the luxury of fierce, unruly articulation.
3/5
To the dreamers draped in dusk’s velvet—
you showed me rebellion is a prayer,
that chaos birthing cosmos is holy.
To the lovers who bled beauty into the margins—
you taught me that to feel is to wield power,
that every scar can be adorned with gold.
2/5
you showed me rebellion is a prayer,
that chaos birthing cosmos is holy.
To the lovers who bled beauty into the margins—
you taught me that to feel is to wield power,
that every scar can be adorned with gold.
2/5
July 18, 2025 at 5:57 PM
To the dreamers draped in dusk’s velvet—
you showed me rebellion is a prayer,
that chaos birthing cosmos is holy.
To the lovers who bled beauty into the margins—
you taught me that to feel is to wield power,
that every scar can be adorned with gold.
2/5
you showed me rebellion is a prayer,
that chaos birthing cosmos is holy.
To the lovers who bled beauty into the margins—
you taught me that to feel is to wield power,
that every scar can be adorned with gold.
2/5