Veins of Mercury
This piece was written by Olivia Lloyd, class of 2019. I had my existential crisis in the Walmart bathroom. I shoved into the door, needing another hit. The warped, water-stained mirror distorted my reflection so much that when I looked at myself, I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me. Stupid fun-house mirrors. My fingers wouldn’t cooperate. I fumbled to do a line with the coke in my purse, but my fingers wouldn’t stay still to open the Ziploc of powder.… Keep Reading