Autism Girls

An autistic girl

searching for the spring

between the black clouds—

her braids are made

from a shining rose branch.

Her dreams are made

from a shining rose.

But who will listen

to the scent?

Her smile

could light the darkness

but one question haunts her.

Why are they saying “her”

when they talk about me?

Have I vanished?!

Have I?

A hush—

then she melts

like a flower in the snow.