Black Diamond
Environmental pressure made the most flawed specimen of them all. With trained eyes and fear of its shade, the goal was to contain this object. Stop it from propagating if possible.
Alas, the fascination of the hard surfaced gem was too much to bear for the brutes. Grabbing and holding it in close, they cultivated the strength necessary to abuse its beauty.
Oh so it gleamed in the day, the slick sides of which salty rain slid down in droves. Dominated by barbs that sunk so deep in its structure, even those that did not seek to abuse it struggled to hide it from torment.
After realizing the value of such a piece, those who sought to banish it strung it up on ropes and hoisted it above all to see.
Postcards and cookouts were the standard, all to observe the dangling diamonds. When the mystique went out of style, a silence resounded throughout society.
Then, chaos ripped into the streets. Black Diamonds were worn on every necklace, shown to every venue and commended for their raw, dangerous, unfiltered truth.
Entertainment was only ever the intended value.
