my ear hurts

she's bitter
like an almond
gone bad.
soured like fruit
left in a bowl
for weeks.
burnt toast.
she's got
blisters
on her heartstrings.
callouses
on the soft soles
of her soul.
a dark road
this divorce is.
a dark
and dangerous
road. give her
a second on
the phone
and she'll
rant for
an hour. twenty
years of marriage
gone up
in flames
and she wants to
tell you all about it
from the first
lie to
the last. no stone
unturned without
a host of snakes
and worms
crawling out.