Macee Eppard

She and the Passion Burn

"Transitions are fun," they said. She looked at them and laughed 'cause there’s always an urgency with her. There’s this fire of passion burning underneath everything she does and the worst, or possibly the best, part about it is that she can’t see how big the flames are getting until they burn her. Scorching her skin into slippery pits of flesh. Then she sits, aimlessly sulking in her pity as she sizzles and pops, unknowingly giving herself another reason to be seen as someone who’s different from the rest of them. So she has to transition into her new skin. She has to find a way to exist as she did before but not exactly as she was because she’s different once again. She has scars that she doesn’t even recognize yet and every time she sees them she cringes. There are smells she wasn’t prepared for and places she doesn’t even want to sense anymore. There’s an ooey gooey path of blood dripping from behind her but, "Transitions are fun," they said.