“You want my honest opinion, right?”
Head jutting forward, hands opening.
Harbingers of cruelty
and pain to which
I must grant assent
“I will always tell you the truth.”
Eyes hooded; calculating.
No reply required.
Dressed as truth, these
carry double-edged swords.
“Truth is always best, is it not?”
Leaning back, knowing smirk lurking.
Painful, spiteful, conflicting truth,
callously tossed out.
Injuring with impunity.
“Honesty is so important, don’t you agree?”
Confident. Assessing damage.
I prefer your lies.