Blame

I waterboard myself

with tears that I’ve saved.

I lay back shackled to pain

with a cloth draped over my face,

pouring my agony over my airwaves

and cutting off oxygen to my brain.

I can’t think straight when I think of your name.

It conjures up passion so great that I try to

torture the sting away.

© Sam Hunt, 2017

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