Misophonia

Let me start from the beginning It is an awful feeling to have to plug your ears and drown out the ocean of noises choking you to have a good meal. When I say that I can't stand it when I hear you eat What I really mean is that when you drink I imagine slugs slopping their way down your gullet And the sigh of refreshment means the acid has successfully shriveled them to death The sound of carrots being pulzerized is akin to bones Every time it is a cacaphony of dinner knives screeching against ribs It may sound silly but when the saliva transfers with the gum you insist on smacking Every ounce of fluid in my body wishes it could jump through my skin to the floor I can't ask you to quit swallowing food Though every drop that doesn't make it down Is a reminder that humans are animals Consuming flesh and constructed chemicals No, I know you won't take me seriously But spoons and knives are toys of the glutton And poison to the one that shed tears When they hear the dinner bell ring

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