Dark Tangents

Dark Tangents
Originally uploaded by Archer Braun.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
-W. Somerset Maugham

Standing there with that aquiline, slavic grace.
There is a haughtiness to the air in her lungs, given lie by the slight tremble at the corner of her eye.
Something familiar, crawling, beckoning behind the faraway rustlings of memory.
Stand there and breathe her in, just like the scores of others whose grace and self-assurance you have devoured and excreted in the red-hot spraying mist of their own missteps.
Hands tighten like claws, mouth twists into an arrogant sneer, and your body tenses to spring...
Except that it doesn't.
It doesn't.
You have been betrayed.
By your own treacherous blood.
By your own swimming head.
You have been ... betrayed.