Sunlight streams between slatted blinds
Squinting, she waits for the sun to surrender the day
To darkness, the moon, the stars
And magic, which waits for her
Just out of reach in this golden light
Taunting her: the slightest odor, a flash of silver in
The oranges
And golds
And greens
Of the daylit world

Finally, she feels it
Nighttime coming
The moon risen hours ago but now fully alight
Stars glitter as an inky sky welcomes her
She closes her eyes, opens her soul
Something she's relatively sure she's
Ceded the deed to with this exchange
Some would call it unholy
She just knows it feels
So
Damn
Good

Magic hits hard, the way
She imagines heroin must do
The first initial flush
And then the floating
No disorientation but a sense of distance
Pain pushed so far away she can finally reach
Her power, pulsating
Ready to work her will
Only it feels so good
She can't move
Can't think
Can't remember

The petty slights she wanted
Vengeance for, the promotion she
Was going to do a spell to secure
What was her goal?
What does she need to do?
Other than lie here
Power pulsating
Fogging her brain
Everything
Feels
Great

She closes her eyes
The stars sing her to sleep
And she wakes with the
Golden light
Angry and remembering again
All the things she hates
That she can change if she
Could just get to her power
The magic that eludes her
Once more in the light of day
She waits for nightfall
Riding the emptiness
Counting the hours
Until she gets
Her next fix