I hate the sound of crunching potato chips.

Even when the sound is coming from inside _my_ lips.

Misphonia has limited my snack options.

It would have expanded my sexual precautions.

Single motherhood, herpes, and AIDS-

Those were the consequences of unprotected escapades.

Not the crunch of a needle as they dug for my spine.

I focused on the signs of sepsis sign.

The letters looked like hierogl...