[ wp ] An alternate world where a single , everyday object is instead a living being that fills the same function

I've seen the insides of so many people through the years, More intimate with them than even the steady hands who hold me. I like to think that by now I'm pretty battle hardened, but it's not like I've ever had a choice in the matter. 
 
 I get used, I get dirty, I get sanitized. But I have n't ever been clean. 
 
 Maybe if I had someone to talk to it would be easier. 
 Maybe if I even knew what or why they use me for the things that I do, it would be easier. 
 
 But I do n't know, I ca n't know. All I know is the feeling of flesh splitting apart and bleeding under my pressure, and the undeniable guilt. 
 
 I hear them say I'm saving lives, but it sure as hell does n't feel that way. 
 
 Oh fuck I'm so sorry...... everyone.
