Take the pennies out of me. The metal blood taste in my mouth would scare off anyone, and the weight worth nothing. Worth maybe just a little fun. Empty me on the concrete so I can shine a little. Clean at last, after all the dirt is on the ground. I will lay under the shower head until I am numb. Let the hooks of the shower curtain slip down the end of the rod. Hook the curtain to my back. A cape to wear for my sisters who are waiting to see my body so they can feed on it like death.