“His Face Was as Vague as That of a Ghost” by Alex Carrigan
"If he sat too long, he’d start to blend. / If he stood too long, he'd start to blend. / Colors seemed to run away from him / the longer he was awake each day."
If he sat too long, he’d start to blend. / If he stood too long, he'd start to blend. / Colors seemed to run away from him / the longer he was awake each day.
