(1 month ago)I marvel at my womanhood
my stomach, my waist, my thighs
I marvel at the place where life starts
though life my never begin in me
I know that I am capable
and that feels beautiful enough
I spend time watching the drops of water hit the floor
standing naked in the mirror
twirling in circles and pausing
at every moment, embracing every silhouette
I am prideful of my womanhood
I worship it, myself
Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.
Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.
That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.
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