By Robert Elliott
Grain-sized yet damaging,
Just like Chinese water torture;
That has long since drip, drip, dripped,
And bored through my skull and into my mind.
Built like a radio with crossed wires,
Created by unintelligent design,
That smiles mischievously as it makes broken things.
My head gets trapped by arms too thick to fight against,
As my eyes are pried open,
Soon the universe disappears, leaving only me and the stimuli.
People notice, pause and stare,
As my head tremors as do my hands,
That also snap like I am scaring away invisible flies.
I breathe heavily just to create white noise,
Misophonia, SPD, synaesthesia that hurts?
Whatever this is, I hate it!
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