Gentle

Sweeping past the arrogance; Zone and her friend saw pink.  It was a color drop.  Six to be exact.  Three and three.  Making six; they began to see colorful arrangements of tear drops and tracers.  They were 19 and 19, I guess 38…

Besides the color-wheel and a 2.44 USD coffee the stalker ebbed.  This was a tale of trickery, tommy-laden, and thorny thawing.  The injustice of ratios were enhanced and saw only an edit and book of tommy-laden trickery.  Tommy-laden trickery was just that…it began with a cruel obsession for grim malice, murder and mystique.  The blue mystique that was above was drowned out by the silence of the local track.  The murdered would have it no other way.  It was be-attitude after be-attitude.  Victims and moreover, victimless observation was clinical, cherished and animal-like.  Get read, or got read…rather got red, or get red.  The symbolic nature of a true crime was the malice and murder.  Was there a murder?  Maybe, maybe not; dashing distraction encroached.  The idea was clinical; however, the essence of a perfect crime was the weapon of choice.  It was cold.  It was to be very (cold).  Our culprit was a Judge.  What a judgement by GOD almighty?