🥉 3rd place - The Witching Hour Happy Halloween! D Dynasty, Chapter Two: The Witching Hour. Check your reflection before you come in. October rain against the pane Someone outside is calling my name Black shirt, tight jeans, fixing my hair I turn away He’s still standing there I raise my hand He keeps his low He mouths, “Come here” I tell him, “No” Then, like an idiot, lean in to check His hand comes through and grabs my neck Cold fingers One hard shove Now I’m behind the glass He’s buttoning up I hit the mirror He checks his teeth Then blows a little kiss at me Mirror, mirror, let me out He’s got my face, he’s swanning about That’s my shirt and that’s my mouth That’s my boyfriend Let me out He’s got my smile He’s got my shoes He’s making moves I’d never use Mirror, mirror, can’t you crack? That’s my boyfriend Give him back The kitchen’s just across the hall He finds my gin and takes it all My boyfriend’s wearing a cheap witch hat He steals it Then my boyfriend laughs He never laughs like that with me Now they’re dancing where I can see I kick the frame and shout his name He thinks it’s someone’s party game My double turns And catches my eye Holds up my keys And mouths, “Bye-bye” He pulls the bathroom door half shut I’m left here staring at the lock Mirror, mirror, let me out He’s got my face, he’s swanning about That’s my shirt and that’s my mouth That’s my boyfriend Let me out He’s got my smile He’s got my shoes He’s making moves I’d never use Mirror, mirror, can’t you crack? That’s my boyfriend Give him back At three a.m., the door swings wide My boyfriend sticks his head inside I wave both hands He stops and stares I point at me He checks his hair My double takes him by the waist My boyfriend turns to meet his face They kiss beside the bathroom sink For longer than I care to think Oh, come on. I don’t even kiss like that. Mirror, mirror, let me out He’s got my face, he’s swanning about That’s my shirt and that’s my mouth That’s my boyfriend Let me out He’s got my keys He’s got my coat My boyfriend laughs at some bloody joke Mirror, mirror, can’t you crack? They’ve called a taxi Give him back He comes back once To kill the light Thanks. I’ll take it from here.
