A Mouth Full

I pensively approach you.
Arms crossed.
Glare straight.
We make eye contact.
You, smile – a half smile.
What is in your mouth?
Your eyes shift to the left.
You lose what’s left of your smile.
What is in your mouth?
I sit up straight.
Your posture softens.
Finally, your lips part.
Immediately, the air is filled with a vial smell.
You continue to speak.
Delicately placing each word.
It’s well rehearsed.
Tone and inflection, intricately positioned.
I’m thinking.
What the hell is he thinking?
Your words shower and cling to me.
Like hot grits confetti.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
My stomach turns and my face is flush.
Finally, I had enough.
This moment was truly defining.
My reply was simple.
“STOP LYING!”