sencha : Writing

nightlife

nightlife

A Story by sencha


why am i an emotionally suffering but self-centered and laughably angsty 20th century dudebro writer except that im a lesbian woman and i chug coffee ..
won't you exorcise my mind won't you

won't you exorcise my mind won't you

A Poem by sencha


and thoughts come again vision of sharpened steel piercing flesh slicing open neatly and i shudder as i see it but i brush my fingers over the skin on..
subdue

subdue

A Poem by sencha


rain descendsartist washes the canvas in greya moving curtainbefore green trees and pale skya flickering, a glimmeringleaves dip under infinitesimal w..
Prayer to the Dead

Prayer to the Dead

A Poem by sencha


servant come hitherand quaff from the most bitter cupcut open your skinpeel it awayand reveal yourselfbones, blood, dripping flesh.crack open your sku..
desperado

desperado

A Story by sencha


I went down to the schoolyard today, rode my bike with no helmet and earbuds in, my own pathetic imitation of recklessness. I went down to the schooly..
headrush

headrush

A Poem by sencha


look out at the steady rainwash down prozac with third cup of coffeesaturday morning - afternoon by nowroll the bitterness on your tonguefaded green f..
nostalgia for the future

nostalgia for the future

A Poem by sencha


11:18 pm, bus trundlescool air on face, fatiguesets in, slightnausea(three square meals today, imagine)wind smells of freshwaterand then suddenly ofhi..
nightmares come before you sleep

nightmares come before you sleep

A Poem by sencha


silent dark a low hum from behind the wall as if someone sings to themselves cool breeze from window sheets wrinkled, weeks old like rote sink ..