Poem 8

Meatspace
She said to meet here,
But I think I'm in the wrong place.
She definitely said here,
There is a lot of blood in the air.
I wish I'd got her number,
A smell of death oozing into my pores.
This is not exactly date friendly,
Sharp blades and tufts of hair.
I think it's time to leave,
This is not my idea of a fun meet space.

I have no idea what a meatspace is but apparently it is in the Urban dictionary so I'm now going to look it up!

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  1. Maria C. Goodson9 June 2014 at 09:22

    Hahahah, this is awesome.

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  2. Maria C. Goodson9 June 2014 at 09:23

    Meatspace is the opposite of Cyberspace, so basically the real world as opposed to our online identities. So your poem works pretty well on any level, seeing as death is something that only really happens in Meatspace.

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