Granite Chrysalis

Jigsaw girl was a supreme pleaser her pieces 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 always jumps at the first glance to escape from its granite chrysalis... but being stretched like silly putty never really lasts. She only halfway snapped back long after that. She withdrew into a coil of broiling silence where jagged echoes only invite things that are lost, brass-eyed, in crisis. It took "the others" forever to toss her a rope she tied a half-dozen white roses together slid off the last wicker chair dream, dangling from all hope...lifeless.