Patchwork Girl

Her seemingly seamless surface
Is sewn together by her scars;
Those lost, lonely highways
That she knows lead nowhere fast.
She’s a patchwork of reflections,
A mirrored maze of emotions –
Of eyes opened wide to
Every side that must be seen.
She’s a collage
Of her calamities,
A tableau
Of her torments,
She’s an everyday eccentric
But even so, she don’t resent it,
Because she knows once she accepts it
Then she’ll finally be free.
(Inspired by #MadVerse prompt ‘Patchwork Girl’)

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on