hole_in_my_pants squint there is a hole rough with balls of friction processed thread on the edges the stringy stubborn boundaries standing gaurd against dangerous skin singing hard rock trying to force her way into veiw, my thigh unashamed, unembarrassed and I don't know who taught her this but shes trying to peek out when she shouldn't be seen, an idle restricted risk tugging at the cloth 'let me free' she will say 'let them have the truth, i want to breeeathe!' the hole in my pants is but a void for my skin to project emotion from an uneasy glance at imperfection, shes happy with who she is, and my finger tugs and persuades the gaurds to let me have alittle room just a little more freedom until I am unraveled completely bare. a whole from a hole... 020710 what's it to you? who go blather from