even the window
called the witch
powerful
enough to tip
to the side
and shudder
Tag: magic
the way pine tasted
magic slick
sharply wild
confluence met me
without pretense
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
His hands in my hair, smoothing it across my back.
Tingling scalp and crown, mind clear, third eye buzzing.
“There. All straightened out,” Loki says, kissing my head.
Tears come to my eyes. My heart both hurts and delights.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He wanted me
held close
and then released
back into the ordinary,
magic still with me.
the witch is back
wearing my bumps
and twang
a black satin sash
and spiderwebs
Green-led
my love, luckbound
candy-shelled plot
loophole shock