http://slow.writerscafe.org/sencha The original writings of author sencha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080206 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 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 instead of alcohol and i am vaguely self-aware http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1839534/ 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 my neck just below the jaw and i drag my nails over it and my lips open into a sneer i really could do it at some point and of course that would be t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1839515/ rain descendsartist washes the canvas in greya moving curtainbefore green trees and pale skya flickering, a glimmeringleaves dip under infinitesimal weightspring up and bow againstreaks of silverthey fall, they falla constant soundceaseless, soothescalms even when loudcountless water fragments in mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1822784/ servant come hitherand quaff from the most bitter cupcut open your skinpeel it awayand reveal yourselfbones, blood, dripping flesh.crack open your skulland remove your rotted brainits black filth oozes down.take this flameand burn away your earsyou have no use for themashes float in the still air.yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1818557/ 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 schoolyard where I spent recess from first to tenth grade, and I rode across the uneven grass of the soccer field. The old rusty soccer nets were still there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1817693/ look out at the steady rainwash down prozac with third cup of coffeesaturday morning - afternoon by nowroll the bitterness on your tonguefaded green fluorescence outsidegrey pavement, grey sky, leaves twitchyou need to cut your fingernailslegs ache, head is completely numbfatigue so deepneighbour wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1817689/ 11:18 pm, bus trundlescool air on face, fatiguesets in, slightnausea(three square meals today, imagine)wind smells of freshwaterand then suddenly ofhigh school chemistry labscent of smokeless oxidation andartificial wood painted blackhow many times, your moist cool handsholding your chindid you refl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1817686/ silent darka low hum from behind the wallas if someone sings to themselvescool breeze from windowsheets wrinkled, weeks oldlike rote sink face into pillowfeel something neara shapeless shadow, a whisperall around. just close your eyessleep is strange, youyearn for its obliv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sencha/1814040/