Hotel Blue by Daniel Ortiz

I am the type who thrives on solitude
but tonight, loneliness has finally
set in. It sits on my shoulders
with its icy grip.
It whispers vindictive in my ears and
crawls through my mind at a
snails pace.
I miss the nights with
deep conversation and deep penetration
I don’t just mean sex; penetration
into another’s mind and soul.
Over two years have passed since
those nights when anything and
everything seemed possible
The plans we made all fell through
Ideas shared have been lost in the ether
I try and push it all to the back
of my mind, but on nights like this
it all comes rushing forward…the
night at The Hotel Blue and how you
sucked the life from me in more than one way
and how you stuck that knife in my heart
and twisted…

Daniel Ortiz was born, he has lived, and eventually he will die. He writes poetry upon scraps of paper and exists upon scraps of life. He spends most days looking for a way out. His words and art have been featured on horrorsleazetrash.com and in bathroom stalls across America.