See You Around, Soldier.A Poem by Lauren EmmonsAnd my fists turn to flames at the absence of your fingers intertwined in mine.I find myself to be angry at the thought of you. I still feel your ghostly hand in mine, and my fists turn to flames at the absence of your fingers intertwined in mine. So I’m left with empty red hot fingertips pulsing with anger because you left by simply burning a cigarette onto your tongue and whispering four words that I can’t seem to get off of my mind: ‘See you around, soldier.’ © 2013 Lauren EmmonsReviews
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StatsAuthorLauren EmmonsCOAboutMy name is Lauren, I'm striving to get into an arts school in Michigan called Interlochen for a creative writing major. Wish me luck. more..Writing
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