The Autistic Bridebyvrosej10©
'you don't even know what it is you want to own...'
some man in my dream
they stand beside the stairs
she's doll like, blank; his hands, feet too big, limbs too thin
facing each other; her eyes meticulously avoid his face
he takes her hands; she recoils, tries to pull free
'will you marry me?'
she grimaces, '...no random questions please!'
then ruptures the grip, turns her back on him
'this is not your home!'