I have a white tank, see through, and I like to wear leopard print bras with it. (neon ones, pink ones, ones that scream looklooklookatmemememe) Je veux faire du pied a toi ‘I want to play footsie with you’ it smells like you, after fifteen washes. ‘I want to make out with you’ it is wrung from where you gripped and spread ‘I want to *******’ it used to fit so well, but it hangs like a torn shower curtain. it is hard to breathe with it on, because I cannot think of anything else except you fuckingmeinit. the words are frayed, an ashy blue with speckles of snow white. such a cool shirt, I used to think. but you bit through it, with wolf fangs, bit through until you punctured my skin, drained me until I was nothing but a sac of helpless skin.