Granite Chrysalis
Jigsaw girl was a supreme pleaser.
Her pieces were imperfectly placed by "the others".
Always the first to acknowledge, the last to be noticed.
Nobody cared enough to really get to know her.
One "other" paid her frailties some attention.
Loneliness often jumps at the first glance.
Being stretched like silly putty never really lasts.
She only halfway snapped back long after that.
She withdrew into a coil of broiling silence.
Brass-eyed, always in a full-blown crisis.
Nobody cared enough to toss her a rope.
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