poetry and prose

302//365 by Rebecca Tillett

The city swallowed you whole, but you climbed its walls to spite its fervor, digging your fragile claws into the merciless concrete, yearning to escape and inflate your lungs with the unstained air. Run like wildfire, baby, before they gauge your eyes from their sockets, before the hollowed savages press their sawlike teeth into your penetrable flesh and tear, tear, tear.

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Liberation and The Normal Wood Creates the Sea by Rebecca Tillett

I've been wanting to shoot this woman naked for years. To quickly capture just a glimpse and solidify her beautiful art-plastered body in photographs for infinitude. Shanna's my tattoo artist and one hell of a chick and I've photographed her before but never was there such tenaciousness in the air.

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127//365 by Rebecca Tillett

Sometimes you have to follow your stupid fucking heart even when it feels like it's dragging you through the mud, through the darkest depths of Hell with no promise of emerging, when it completely betrays you and everything you've ever known or believed to be true about your life now and in the days to come.

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84//365 by Rebecca Tillett

I see you on the horizon, 
always just beyond reach
15 years and 1
2 years and 8
Medium term
My life is seasons of you
and seasons without. 
Where have you been, 
Where did you go, 
I wanna rest my palms on your ribs
I wanna feel your chest pressed up against my back
I've survived this dust bowl
Your ocean colliding with my shores
Warmed contently by a rolling fog
Obscuring everything but each other

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50//365 by Rebecca Tillett

Sometimes I wake and still have trouble remembering where I am. Sometimes the darkness is both liberating and suffocating. Sometimes I can still hear the melancholy notes of High Hopes partnered with the lingering aroma of pot and Camel cigarettes seeping through the crack underneath my bedroom door.

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22//365 by Rebecca Tillett

How much of your brief little life do you live in fear? In anger? In sadness? How often do you say "I love you" ? How often are you paying attention? Staying informed? Standing up for something? How many injustices have you witnessed today alone? Did you feel more apathy than rage? What's your plan to rectify that? When exactly do you plan to start giving a shit? How often do you wake up in the morning and think "I just can't do it" ?

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Internal Discourse by Rebecca Tillett

Try not to let the world get in your way. You were never part of it. You never wanted to be a part of it. Do what you want, do what you need to. What do you need? Breathe. Remember you're never alone. You're completely alone. You're completely alone. You're not soft. You're unappealing. You know you've never really fit in anywhere or with anyone. You're alone. You're lonely. You're fat. Smile more. Breathe.

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God Love You by Rebecca Tillett

God love you and love the piercing
Ache to belong to you, your past, 
Your sins, your loves in contrast
To miss you, to need you, to want you
To consume you where you stand
Your inamorata in a vast wasteland
Every last drop of boundless brine
God is giving me a sign
To invite you to plunge inside me
To engulf you, envelop your desires
To succumb to your every whim
God love the piercing ache to belong to you, 
With you, to feel you in my bones, 
Until you're seeping through my pores I'm yours. 
God love the you that fills the space
The pockets of bleak inhabiting me
The way I melt when I see your face
To glances toward you longingly
God love you and the stabbing ache
To belong to you, to be everything you Need. 
To yearn for you, to dream of you, 
o bleed, proceed, to plead.
Godspeed.

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Only Grace Will Remain by Rebecca Tillett

My selves, my being, my love, my pain
Trudging through madness but desperate to keep sane
Stuck between darkness and everything illuminated
I, the accomplice in these suicides perpetrated
And from the cadaver, wretched self-disdain
and from the cadaver, only grace will remain.

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