The Danger of Dating the Newly Divorced

My boyfriend says “Where did you come from?”
And I say, “Why honey,
I’ve crawled out of hell.
Can’t you see?
I’m stinking of sulfur
And I’ve lost all my hair.
You can’t think I’m here intact.
Infernos cleanse so indiscriminately.
My eyes are seared open now,
I see all the time.
The fatty flesh men fed on
Has melted down
To beautiful bone.
When touched, I rattle.
It keeps me awake.
The bad news is my heart,
The shrunken thing’s smoldering
And won’t conscience company
It can’t trust.
Its judgement is terrible.
It makes mistakes.
It moves me to menace men
Who mean me no harm.
I lifted this pitchfork
Before I ascended and
I wield it with no good sense.
Get out of the way love.
I’m not to be trusted.