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Sapped


That dying twig,

thirsty, peeling and shriveled

will kill all the leaves that

spring from it, suffocate them

in their need. It will have

their sap on its hands,

like i will your blood if i wither

and collapse. If i surrender

i will forsake your needs.



Some of Brigita Pavsic's recent and forthcoming publications include short stories  and poems in Rose & Thorn Magazine, Autumn Sky Poetry,
Static Movement, Your Messages, and others. She lives in Slovenia, where she works as a literary translator. You can read her blog at: bsoulflowers.blogspot.com.

  

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