Cocaine: white lightning, gold dust, addictive. More often than not, we're so busy including the drug in montages of glamour and decadence that we forget what can happen when the habit is taken too far.
First time contributor Sariah Bunker takes us into the mind of the friend of a cokehead, protecting them post-binge, through the unique lens of a subverted fairy tale. This isn't your Disney "Snow White."
Sometimes friends snort cocaine and you have to hold them together when rightfully they should fall apart.
Her bottom lip is bruised,
And underneath her alabaster
(Bark from a tree)
Blue veins with silver blood,
and white-snow she sniffed.
This she did—
on a Sunday night under drying bar glasses,
Left me holding her trembling flesh:
A nursemaid to her milky skin;
A bandage to her finger;
An echo to her sorrow.
Bleed red, Snow White!
(Bleed from your sculpted nose
or from the under-breast of your bottom lip!)
Gnash tongue, lip, inside-of-cheek!
Squeeze crystals from your auburn eyes!
Speak promise to remove the snow!
Your perfect cupid’s bow
Will invite the winter in;
Your silver blood
Will be tainted soon again.
Sariah Bunker is a sophomore at New York University who is in a constant existential crisis. She’s just trying to pay the bills, travel when she can, and organize her frazzled, spinning consciousness.