Afterlife of a Suicide
i have strewn small diamonds
across the psychic pathway
so that if you try to pass,
as i know you will,
as you have already attempted to do,
they will cut your spirit feet
like tiny shards of glass.
when i return to this invisible bridge
i’ll notice your red blood
spilled among bits of stars.
i don’t mind wiping up after you –
after all, you do require it.
each time you try to cross over,
these shards of rainbow will stop you
because you’ve made yourself
when i clean up your bloodstains,
i will ring out the rag into the waters
of an underground river
flowing all the way back
to your broken heart.