tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Autistic Bride

The Autistic Bride


'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!'

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