NFWC 2025

Everything Soft is Pink

A chandelier drips peach light

they don’t say what happens after they kneel

He lights a cigarette and lets the smoke fill the room.

Sondik women are kind

That is when the hunt begins.

She wanted to stay here forever in this room full of glamour

For being forgotten by the living is their fate

like the sting of the bee if it was sweet like honey

You mistook my gift for permission.

It was a cold dark night out, perfect weather for the hunt