benjamin costello

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paint me grey

paint me grey
and scatter
proposing reviled yesterdays
like choking on day-old bread
lean me up against the tide
and watch me falter and flail
subjugated to a salty tomb
with a self-sick embrace
i sink

turn me upwrong
help me find bearing and
know tastes like grass
or the fragrant whispers of trees
masking the silence
which promises me solitude
despite my cry
down the empty hall