I can’t stand the crunch,
snap,
and crinkle.
Non-stop click,
clack,
and tap.
Each sound hugs an eardrum,
in a barbed wire embrace.
Shoulder slump,
hunch,
and cave.
Scalp is burning,
itching,
and crawling.
Each noise echoes,
rattles around inside.
I can’t take the cough,
hack,
and grunt.
Can’t bare the wet,
reverberating,
slurp.
Each individual nuance,
from afar appears insignificant.
But within it is a war.
A battle I am steadily losing.
