Plague        by Tom Cook

 
  She drifts between the blurry borders of
  the real and the surreal.
  Between consciousness and euphoric
  delusion.
 
  She wanders about, half alive and not quite
  dead.
  The people on the streets ignore her. The
  shelters reject her.
 
  She wanders the streets alone and afraid of
  what she has become.
  Her aspirations lost, left only with the
  hope of an end to her life
              Taken away by addiction.