Poem #69: Inside of a Box
. :) _inside of a box_ batches of boxes, packing peanuts and tape, gasoline and cash, fill up the week to come. packing away things used everyday fills the day and passes away.
What is the price?
Of gasoline? of health care? of everything else we buy? what is the price... of love? of family? of good health? of your virginity? of the perfect body? of the perfect man? of the perfect woman? of that which you hold dear?
Relief..
It burned like a flame, flickering and waiting for the gasoline to ignite it further. the gasoline being anything this man said. "your awake then?" eddie asked. "what do you want?" i growled. "snow, snow, please wait a minute.
Tales from Anthracite City 1: Of Gods and Men
One mississippi... there was the sound of a door slamming open and a yelp of surprise as the bucket landed on muscle-freak's head, spilling gasoline all over his fur and clothes.
Night Terrors
Jason screamed in rage and began dumping the remnants of samantha's gasoline over the ground and walls.
In the Shadows of Perfection
The few of us that were on break looked on in horror as the guard opened the can of gasoline on her.
Furry Dreams
At least we still have our car, and enough money to last us for this month, let alone gasoline money. the last town we lived in did not work out so well. my father, jimmy, had just lost his job at the mine.
How The Andrew Smith Stole Halloween
He destroys the graveyard putting gasoline and a match to burn the graveyard. he tries to smash the jack-o-lanterns. there, now halloween will be gone forever, the jack-o-lanterns and halloween decorations was destroyed also. all the costumes are torn.
Enjoying the Meathook
The horrid stench of gasoline, blood, death, and the end mix in with the moments of life that are the most alive, because i am fighting, dying but fighting.
In the World After: Chapter 3
After connecting the battery and pouring in the relatively fresh gasoline, the engine had spluttered for over a minute before it fired to life, coughing a bit as the old gas worked through its pipes.
Interspecies Cooperation
His precome dripped and drooled across his cheek, the fluid a cloudy black with a gasoline sheen. it rolled heavily over his skin and left a slick trail behind.
My Journey Through High School: Chapter 20: Nightmare
Morrell started, recognizing what it is, "it's gasoline. gloria please stop." she didn't comply and kept splashing the gasoline all over us and parts of the room itself. the begging continued, and we were too shocked and too slippery to react in time.