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...