He wanted to know what I was made of
so badly
that he couldn't resist reaching into my chest
and pulling parts of me out through my ribcage

Like scarves pouring out from the sleeve
of a Las Vegas magician,
the fallen leaves
from nearby, naked trees
kept flowing endlessly out of me

He wanted to see my soul,
but couldn't find it
in the black hole
he was stupidly peering into
Within seconds, I had consumed him
Churned up into my guts,
he went away
Curiosity is either brave
or extremely stupid