The running tab

She decided to use Voodoo magic. A made up doll wit the face of the picture she kept on her night stand.
 
Playing with things she didn't understand. There was a price, for every prick and pinch and the tab was on.
 
Dark magic keeps the score, and it's always paid its depths.
 
Her hair started to fall off, in patches in her head. By handfuls. Then she got rid of the doll but it was too late and the depth must be paid.
 
Her beauty faded, day after day. Bit by bit, noticeable enough for her to know what was happening.
 
He felt the little pains but was patient as he saw it once before, no need to do anything.
 
By the time the first pinch is casted the tab is already running and it always ends the same.