Run, boy, run. This world is not made for you.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE
[Image ID: Concrete poem shaped into a skull. The background is a solid black color with the word "EAT" covering the negative space in a grid-like manner in a dark, saturated red. The main text is highlighted via boldface in a brighter shade of the same red. At the upper left corner reads the title of the poem: "THERE IS NO ESCAPE." In the middle reads the following passage: "—Do you hear it?— mutter— Do you see it?— swell— Do you feel it?— breathe— Beneath your feet— brace, run— Behind your back— fight— Through your gut— sputter— It wraps its arms around— RUN— And runs through your head— dread— Through your mouth— EAT— And eats." Most of the passage forms the shape of a skull, with the exception of "EAT" and "— And eats." The former is integrated into the background near the bottom left corner, while the latter sits near the bottom right corner. /.End ID]
this was the poem that started the whole thing,, took me long to post tho cus I did not like how I originally structured it and then ended up making it into a concrete poem,, making this was insanely fun tho
p.s. sorry for making you draw all those hands june,, they look sick asf tho you can't lie
