The Constant Wounding
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto
          Truths may perhaps prove to be false
          At a cost that is ultimately too steep.
          I let myself get pulled in.
          It started with the touching of our lips,
          The non-stop embracing
          And the utterance of the words "I love you".
          Come to find out it's all a lie
          And the contemplation of death begins.
          The examination of every aspect
          Only pulls the knife deeper into the wound
          In a repetitive and speedy fashion.

          -July 13th, 2004