You Can'T, See Me... Comments

OK he said looking amazed as his partner raved on in the cool of the evening. You there nibbling on popcorn and sipping and peeping at the girl next door in her bra and panties, She slices her frail wrist neatly and the tiny vein lets loose a gush of alizarin crimson, dark and rich like bottled syrup, slow and final in the bright glare of the TV, and I think so that's how death comes to one and all, and some lout peering through the window as I die!