Paris is Burning,

by Rachel Lynch in

Loud music, volcanic rock, magma flowing from blonde viens. Stained dark red, working up an appetite, she was on fire. She was molten rock, crashing into earth's surface at lighting speed. Orbiting the sun, burnt tips, an eruption of sexual energy. She was alive in the world and boiling in her mind. 

photos by Kimberly Capriotti