Unused.

The pause, stretched beyond recognition
Stretched to record volumes
Of nothing, into a ledger made of nil.
The same words circle over me
Like vultures, nervously drooling over flesh that rots under the heat of day-
Uneaten.

I am- unused
Stacked in the stale, unshared air of my personal space
Plodding along, dedicated, demonstrative in my abuse
To only one set of eyes; my own.
Peering into this fucking void of a woman
Widening in the madness of time-inconsequential.

Here I am again, world, unused.
Looking to diffuse a little frustration through words:
Soundless letters that form a rock-solid nothingness
Belted to my waist.
Uneaten, unused...
Waste, infinitude.