Every body has a few extra bits. You're the superfluous piece of organic
machinery on a woman's body today.
"God, I feel better now that that's gone," she'll
say, even while they're still sewing up the gaping hole in her body that you
were pulled out of.
"It was a particularly hideous superfluous organ,"
the doctor will say, shaking his head.
"Heavy, too."
You'll want to cry, but you won't have tearducts. You'll want to protest, to announce your
presence, to signal your displeasure in some way, but alas, there will be no
chance. You'll simply sit there, being a
superfluous organ, until you're thrown into the incinerator where, thankfully,
the hurtful words will no longer be able to find you.
Congratulations Unnecessary Organ!
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