Deceitful Ants

He smiled a grin of lies

shallow running water of fibs

hurricane churning in his storm

deceitful ants clinging

on driftwood, floating out to sea

waves from his mouth

trespassing in watery grave

evasion hiding under ocean colors,

turquoise shadows upon his face

pale pink froth staining my soul

I tasted his salted falsehoods

and its aftermath tasted of him

sanded fabrication clogging pores

the booming surf drowning me

in his distortions of truth

I couldn’t breathe and washed

away in his tumultuous sea.