The Edges lifted slowly.
Saw something in their eyes.
They were choosing words so carefully.
Building manufactured lies.
I was less than loose and goosy.
And more than just a breeze.
I was feeling cruel and dangerous.
With a glare not meant to please.
They were nervous from the get go.
I was feeling filthy right.
And left them in their misery.
To contemplate their plight.
