bOdY dYsMoRpHiA

Flooded by the consciousness of my own skin 

The energy of my soul roars in it

All of the sudden

I simply don’t exist

As a symphony from another universe

As a language I cannot comprehend

Though I miserly accept

And consequently regret

The society I live in

Slowly I realise

The poison is my shared perception

My closest and obsessive friend

My favourite and asphyxiated celebrity

My beloved and speechless teacher

My guarded and blinded mother

We are all intoxicated by the barriers of

Our own peel

Our own body

We came from an innocuous life

To a perilous society

Where the devil and the beast

The witch and the pirate 

Are nothing else

But ice to the breathtaking civilization

Few stand up

Few surpass the casual conversations

Few wonder

Yet even less surrender to 

Their only undemanding 

Truth

Should we powder our own wills

With the expectation of a mournful

And fatal memory?