Words of Prey

I've never known a man that loved a women greater than his own desire to succeed. They all wanted to be the best, have the best, love the best. It seemed to me that their whole reason for even loving a woman in the first place was so that they could claim her. They'd hold her heavy heart in their hands like it was just another trophy on the shelf, her breasts mounted up on the wall next to it with all the other animals they'd shot down. And they'd love her just long enough for her to lose her shine. "There's always another fish in the sea," they'd sneer through their smirks as they headed toward the ocean, spear in bloodied hand.