by Beulah Vega
Moving along scent tracks left
by the one before the
one before
the one before the
one before
we go. Writhing over
Asphalt, knowing we’re
squirming in a circle, no
end only incomplete completions.
We will die on this track
Unquestioned pheromone breadcrumbs
lead in this endless loop.
The leader follows the lessers
who follow the seconds, who follow
the middles who follow me who
follows the leaders to
nowhere.
We will never reach our
transformations
never spin warm cocoons
never obscure the voyeuristic world
from watching us dissolve and squirm
into a form they find beautiful.
Nothing but
spiraling,
spiraling hope
spiraling trust,
spiraling until one of us stops
or all of us die.
Beulah Vega is a horror writer, political poet, and theatrical artist living and working in California’s Bay Area. Her poetry has been published in Writers Resist, Walled Women, and Blood & Bourbon among others. Her first book of poetry ‘A Saga for the Unrequited’ was published in August of 2021 by Fae Corp Publishing. She is still amazed when people refer to her as a writer, every time.
