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.
