Numb and Dazed, living half a life
in the isles of the Winn Dixie. Day after day
the wobbly cart, in her firm grip she circles
round and round waiting
for the next demand of products to pick up
or put back, for the sake of it.
Her feet, unnoticed have grown raw and crusty with dried blood
and her ears deafened from the unending fire alarm that
she ignores into non existence.
She sings a song or two from time to time,
a desperate attempt at masking the chaos.
Strangers see the moo moo and curlers, unaware
of the fire brewing inside.
Until one day, The Delilah appeared, below the exit sign... she sensed the fire
and screamed till the woman woke from the haze. Now fully aware,
she smiles, reaches out
only to find, it was all an illusion.
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