Strips
her self

of her clothes
(those he had bought her)

burns them
in the garden

in an auto-da-fé
of him

everything burns
that had anything

to do with him.

She watches
her life with him

go up in flames
her past nothing but ashes

tanned
nude

back to her own skin
again

resenting the mark
of white flesh

encircling her
wedding finger

covering it up with
fake tan.

'Now...! '
she smiles
'...my new life begins! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burn-baby-burn-2/