Delicates
The worst part was that he had asked me, easy, without any sort of pressure or anything like that. He said, can I take it all with me, and I said yes, a little stupidly maybe, and so he got my toes and my spleen and my soul in his arms and walked out of my room, and there I was on the bed, a rough-cut blob without any of the parts you are supposed to have.
A short story by Fida TK.