on her broom

I saw the ex the other day
on her broom flying over the lake.

she didn't wave, she seemed ticked.
more angry than most days.
even more depressed, if that's
possible.

she circled around with her
flying monkeys, then
wrote in the sky
with puffs of black smoke,

i'll get you for
this
my pretty.
just wait and see.

her skin was green and there was a
pained look on her
face

as if she had been found out,
or just eaten a bad
egg,

she looked as if
the world had found
her out, that she was
exposed,
that her fake life had been
unmasked,
and at last the truth
to everyone was known.