Life:
A sexually transmitted disease
Which always ends
In death.

An uncomfortable truth,
So difficult to swallow
And accept or talk about
As to seem almost
Pornographic.

The only certainty
In our unpredictable existence,
Yet we willfully bend backwards
To avoid seeing it eye to eye.

Thus we confine it
To an imaginary glovebox,
In the foolish hope
We might avoid contagion.

And still,
In the end,

We…

All…

Die.