“And as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Bliss
Casey Gilfillan I slip into the day like a lapse in time. The sky is gray and blue and specific to no particular hour. The wind speaks in a rustling whisper through the leaves of the trees, quieting and then quickening without pattern. I hear the gentle hum of the brush through the blaring volume…
Keep readingIf It Seems Too Good, It Isn’t True
Casey Gilfillan You give it to me, and I am mistaken to think it is mine. I close fist with the mind to grasp, I squeeze and it melts through the gaps of flesh like ice cream in the sun. The blood of dead opportunity evading my possession, I open and it has stained. My…
Keep readingPropaganda and Euphemism
Casey Gilfillan I saw a video of a journalist speaking with a woman at a Trump rally, in which he asks the woman her thoughts on the Iran War. The woman corrects him that it is not a “war” because war was not declared, and it is therefore a conflict. The journalist, Jordan Klepper, pushes…
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Pass the emo night torch to depressed Gen Z, we can take it from here. YouTube playlist available here ⛓️💥
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Casey Gilfillan I’m sick of it, the infiltration of corporations into every niche corner of the internet. The abrupt herding of the capitalist shepherds as they try to flock us to purchase, with the force of our browsing history and personal data at their behest, is irksome as it is cringe. Every video is a…
Keep readingI Have Seen Too Much (Wipe Away My Eyes)
Casey Gilfillan The doctor zip ties my wounds shut. I had never seen such a bandage, the pressure is the worst part. The blood, in diluted spurts, runs down my arm by the yanking pull of gravity, and pools in the slight ditch of my palm. His hands scurry to catch the blood or at…
Keep readingGuilt in Obedience
Casey Gilfillan The guilt wraps around like a chain necklace. Thick cords, metal spiraling and woven around my throat, applying pressure enough to allow the passage of breath. The clasp is just beyond my reach, my hands aimlessly reach out instead of back and they find themselves pressed together, craving that divine path. Oh to…
Keep readingStuck
Casey Gilfillan Steeped in the hesitant depths of my own wait,My hands remain still, hugged by the thick, fossilizingMaterial of the atmosphere. My mouth does not move, itWas saying something to you. I don’t remember what that is now. Bound to this subversion, I cannot let go.The hands will not let go, how can I…
Keep readingIn Spite of Meaninglessness
Casey Gilfillan There is a double-edged sword that lives halvedThrough me. One blade juts crudely out of myChest, broad and bulky, always in the way,I am cutting myself at every turn. Covered in my own dried blood, it guides me withCopper luminescence to my near-deathEach time. It serves one purpose, to remind meThat I am…
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