This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Her name tasted of pineapple and wintergreenÂ
Thousands of taste buds indulging in the saccharine paradiseÂ
A fusion of flavors residing behind my lips without the intention of evictionÂ
Her flavor dwindled in unison with the thick midsummer air
As the blistering wind scorched my vulnerable sinuses
Metal and carnage invaded my unlocked home