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:


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