Kimberly Worth

Shattered Desires

The moment in which you realize you’ve won not the prize but the leftovers of his being. You’re not the priority, not the enjoyable hobby, not even the lustful pleasures in which he fantasizes about late into the night. You’re merely the scraps within his boredom. Nothing to do, no where to go… the original plans have cancelled and now in need of a seat filler kind of scraps. That moment when he returns from the bathroom after filling your temple with his toxic energies and poor nutritional substances, only to look at you for a moment, then walk away without a single thought of your vulnerabilities. You lye there in wait, anticipating what’s next. Breakfast in bed perhaps, time to spoon, maybe even that massage you’ve practically begged for.