People often speak of the changing tides but never of the sand that’s kicked up by each wave. Not just changed or rearranged but, completely rewritten. Just when another layer has been revealed and the sand has settled the waves return and the cycle begins anew.
“Noir? That a family name?”
-Oh no…he’s actually named after my favorite book “Diamant Noir”…it got me through my abusive childhood, my way to escape into a better world where I had it all…And Noir…he saved me from myself…he is my world…-
Well, my love is an animal call,
Cutting through the darkness,
Bouncing off the walls,
Between teeth on a broken jaw,
Following the blood trail,
Frothing at the maw