Please believe me, I don’t want to hurt it, I don’t! But it is causing me to starve, and a little sapling needs its food. Before long, I’ll begin to taste its blood and break its bones!

It won’t wake up! I shake it every morning and every night with my roots; it refuses to budge! I shudder every time I brush a rotting strip of leather, or tangle my tongues within its long hair!

The birds on my branches know nothing. The worms that create tunnels within its form are my constant companions. When I feast upon its flesh I shudder in horror. Only the carvings on my bark distract me with unimaginable agony.

Why is it below me? Why must I eat it?!

Unearth me! End this horror! Millions pass and not an embodied soul listens to the cries of this lowly tree!

The tree that feasts upon an innocent human being!

If a soul understood who that was beneath that tree, I’ll be glad to know that it made a lick of sense. For people like my sibling- who did not understand even after I explained-, I shall leave a clue:

Suicide