by Tyler Koch
Her hair rippled like a battle flag thrust on a victory hill — torn, dusty, and battered. Her eyes sparkled like midnight stars — hot, bright, and distant. Her smooth skin glowed like crafted porcelain — fragile, pale, and translucent. Her voice sounded of the finest symphony — flat, slurred, and staccatoed. Her love was like no other — unrequited, indulgent, and selfish. And yet, there is no one else for me.
Tyler Koch is a twenty-year-old college student currently living in Florida. He enjoys studying psychology and aspires to write full time.