Receded

Mick’s hair receded.
Quite far actually –
pretty much right down
to the back of his neck.

His head skin and skull
soon followed suit.

It was disgusting.

He was absolutely gutted,
but he got dressed and
headed straight to the hat shop.

He took an umbrella
to stop the rain
from hitting his brain.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

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