Feast
by Selina Zha
The night ferments
like an overnight cereal.
Readily contained in stale testament,
swirling contusions
on her coffin-like lips.
Under dying filaments,
life glares her through tiny holes
pierced by their darkling gazes.
Silently measuring
how many footsteps were lost
in stitching the menu
that serves her to life every day.
Well-cooked abusements
on the kitchen bench,
the night dares not slash its blades,
but pads her time
to mend flesh’s relentless gasp.
The night vibrates herself
to a confined finale.
Followed by a ringing shutdown,
finishing all tramples
rippling in utter silence.
like an overnight cereal.
Readily contained in stale testament,
swirling contusions
on her coffin-like lips.
Under dying filaments,
life glares her through tiny holes
pierced by their darkling gazes.
Silently measuring
how many footsteps were lost
in stitching the menu
that serves her to life every day.
Well-cooked abusements
on the kitchen bench,
the night dares not slash its blades,
but pads her time
to mend flesh’s relentless gasp.
The night vibrates herself
to a confined finale.
Followed by a ringing shutdown,
finishing all tramples
rippling in utter silence.
Selina Zha is a teenage poet born in Beijing, China and currently based in Boston, MA. As an Iowa Young Writer Studio alumna, her works have been previously recognized by Global Times, Social Justice Watcher, WILDsound Writing Festival, and more. She finds joy in editing poetry in both English and Chinese, delving into Menglongism Poetry, and examining poetic elements in cinematic contexts.