Exhaust(ed)

Incendiary thoughts split the matter.
Like an explosion on the moon.
Silently you dissect me.
You’re the knife, I’m the spoon.
Think well, and think quickly.
Such traits of a well-oiled liar.
Now my corpse attracts the flies.
Where’s smoke, there’s always fire.

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