Portrait of Lisa by Fancis Bacon

yesterday i spent so long on the toilet that the sensory light switched off n all i could see was the colour black_

like that night we rode our bikes down the road between the thicket n it was like we could have kept riding n riding for the longest time n not have been anywhere, like what happens after you die

n it was so black i might of heard the wheels turn on the gravel, or your shallow cycling breaths, or the air conditioning, or a dripping tap, bare bottomed and the toilet bowl, or denim and a bike seat, or a duvet, or a womb, or Lisa