She discovered fragments,
equipped in places,
where they didn't appertained.
Somewhere, miniscule, bewildered and shattered.
People shredding into rubble
to fit at places, they don't belong.
Harming and breaking oneself,
infinitely, for the desired flinder,
but never turned the way desired.
splinters can't be arranged as if the beginning.
The smithereens, can't be united into a whole.
Too late to discover.