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.

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