You* would have to smash their skull open Gouge their brain out Scatter it into pieces Reach out, reach in Climb into their skin Wear it; take it Breathe the air they breathe
Feel the blood coursing through their veins Feel every beat of their heart Reach through their ribs and grasp it That thundering, pounding heart and Make it beat with your own hands Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump with every squeeze
Inhale every gasping, shuddering breath From lungs crushed by every compress Snap their wrist with the force of your grasp As you take their pulse That thrumming, faltering pulse And make it your own
You would have to dive into their head Step straight through delirium Into the twin windows of their soul Take those lovely, lovely eyes Between your fingers And hold them up to look through; each The ultimate magnifying glass Pierce their clarity straight through As you refract the light away from you
Aqueous humor, vitreous humor Flowing down a waterfall of tears Tears of emotion? No Tears running through flesh Perfect fissures of imperfection
Can you hear it? Thudding spasms As they leap; a drowning fish Choking on their own life While the red crimson scarlet pours out in rivulets So thick you could wade in it Fanning out into a surreal image A ****** halo A renaissance painting reimagined in flesh A living, dying mural
You would have to listen to every whisper Each shaky inhale Every wheezing, hoarse exclamation Every shuddering gasp wracking Their frail, jittering frame As you pump air out As you force air back in Push down hard and feel; memorise The rush of air as it leaves their straining lungs
Because then, only then Will you be able to see through their eyes Breathe their every breath Feel their heart beat Make their life- A wrapped present so, so fragile -your own
Yet For all that you try; all that you do You will never Never Understand their mind Never Understand their view Never Understand *them