Devil’s Food Isolating. Eating lunch alone in the library because airborne food allergens turn the cafeteria toxic. Not trick or treating because even touching candy wrappers creates an allergy health hazard. Skipping my best friend’s birthday because it’s not worth the hassle of checking every ingredient to find I can eat nothing But no matter how hard I try, my enemies always find me. Fumes curl into my nostrils and poison seeps into my tongue. A vise clenches around my neck. I can’t breath. Inhale. Exhale. Nothing works. What once was easy is torture. Oxygen is never more important than when inaccessible. Cheeks flush to burning embers and eyelids become starched hotel sheets against my eyeballs. The