Eyes Closed
she was looking at us with her eyes closed
her feet stiff
hands cold
her veins Ice blue
shown through
like a map of scraggly roads
she stared
with her eyes closed
as if she could see us
as if she could sense our presence
our eyes staring back at her
as if the nothingness we thought she saw
was indeed her own reality
and perhaps we were the ones living in it
perhaps she stared at us with her eyes opened
and we were the ones with our eyes closed
perhaps we lived inside the girl with the closed eyes
perhaps it was us who couldn’t see
though our eyes opened,
and hers closed
she saw more than we could
indeed she is more than what we understood
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