Owen Bittner Biography

Scars, dead tissue reminders
of past misadventure,
some hidden – to visit
when I’m alone
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Darkness – void of sound, pain,
and motion; a tranquil ethereal chill
has infiltrated from within,
not one of temperature but from
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Look at me! skillfully flying above
those inferior flakes,
Purest white of pristine perfection
Yeh- I’ve got what it takes
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A look from across the room takes my breath
intimate touch as we pass in the hall
Heart-stopping deadly as shootin’ Meth
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Dusk consumes with the closing of our eyes
against the appetite of the darkness
Stellar judgments stab at the bitter haze of regret
uninvited dreams infiltrate our sleep
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