Rags I Own

Elena pressed her trembling hands flat against the chipped porcelain of the cold sink, trying to ground herself in the cramped, dimly lit employee restroom of the Onyx Lounge. The air in the small space was stale, smelling faintly of cheap soap and old plumbing. She leaned in close to the smudged mirror, squinting under the harsh, flickering fluorescent bulb as she carefully touched up her faded l