she was looking at us with her eyes closed

her feet stiffhands coldher veins Ice blue shown through like a map of scraggly roads  she staredwith her eyes closedas if she could see us as if she could sense our presence our eyes staring back at heras if the nothingness we thought she saw was indeed her own realityand 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 closedperhaps we lived inside the girl with the closed eyesperhaps it was us who couldn’t seethough our eyes opened,and hers closedshe saw more than we couldindeed she is more than what we understood