Nutrition

Growing on the branch, You appear bruised and rotting. Even so, the spoiled bite into you, until you’re weak. They eat you alive, ripping the flesh from the soul, leaving you nothing but a core hardly able to speak. All your seeds are sterile; all your hopes are buried. You were born to die so others could survive. All your kindred are next, and all your dreams are emptied. You were grown a resource for others to thrive. They’ll eat you straight from the tree. They’ll eat you; bake you in a pie They’ll eat you – you’ll never be free. They’ll eat you without batting an eye.