Day Forty-Nine – “Ash” (In For A Penny / Dreamers)

There was a time when you would visit him every night, with rusted metal claws and skin grey like cigarette ash; he used to try and run, only to feel you still breathing smoke thick as tar down the back of his neck with every step. He drew you in the margins of his school books, a stick-thin biro scribble with sharp teeth and wide, empty eyes, until the headmaster sent him to a Very Nice Lady who gave him a sheet of white pills to pop like bubble wrap. You still visit him, but he doesn’t run any more.

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