Editing poetry: Shiver

This piece is an aleatory: a poem composed by picking random words out of a hat (or actually, an empty cream cheese tub in this case).

You can shiver all you like
Push the override
The circuit is broken
You would be right to do it
She is overdosing outside again
The siren is the only sound
In the dark street
The rain falls in pattern
With its flicker
And her cells die
Faster than the raindrops
It’s just empty fashion
The flatline tracing the
Words she shapes
As she lies back on the pillow
Her heartbeat’s hammer
Is breaking down the door
No hesitation
This reminds me of a fireworks display
The red lights flashing
And two small children
Like the tiny pupils of her eyes


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