Peter D. Marra

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Flesh


Needle
rain.

Cars
pavement
skin
roll around her brain

And the blood speeds

crash veins.

She is laughing
Looks at her fingers and sees what she’s done.

The heads are moving.

Clang. The heads are moving.
Walking along the beach she laughs.

As she walks
down the beach,

Needle rain and salt stinging.

Slowly walks in
smells the
salt
taste

The heads are moving

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Room

Lonely bed stained and
Sheets electric
Soft pain and fluid leaking from the walls

Silent crusty eyes
gazing down
and riding away

White fluid on
the walls
and red streaks

in the air clinging
to the purple darkness

Knife stab bed it’s gone

The mouths shoot anemia.

take away the forgiven
watching for their return.

Knives tinged
Shoot red and wait

The chains broken
into molten
things and

thoughts.
images
to follow soon

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Peter Marra is a 51 year old writer living in Williamsburg Brooklyn who supports himself by trying to do computer-related work while trying to write, make music and create art. He is a fan of “Beyond the Valley of the Dolls,” general grindhouse fare, and art films. He has been published in amphibi.us, Yes,Poetry, Maintenant 4, Beatnik, Crash, and Danse Macabre and is working on his first collection of poems.