A Ghostly Maiden

[umbral locust]

The maiden snuck in softly,
Her figure slipping silently
Across the silvery screen,
And buried in my belly
Little embers, hot and white,
My stomach spilling out
To fill my body whole of fluid,
Before I’d felt the maiden
Pressed across my naked chest,
The pressure felt to feed,
Intestines howling for their meal,
And the vessels in your arms
Wail release from fleshy prisons,
Your body burns remembering
Visits trapped beneath your skin.

[drowsy yew]

Wow. Is it about a paranormal experience?

[umbral locust]

Not quite but also sorta, I wouldn't quite call it a paranormal experience but in some ways it was a bit like one

[drowsy yew]

I wonder. Nice poem ✨