This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
Her name tasted of pineapple and wintergreen
Thousands of taste buds indulging in the saccharine paradise
A fusion of flavors residing behind my lips without the intention of eviction
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