Grasp of a constrictor, not a Boa of pink and blazing purple feathers.
As loneliness entraps her wretched body.
Her fangs, though aged and brittle inflict an evil bite, should you **** the lady off?
Slender and tactile, the lady, she's a gentle one, until you touch her wrong.
He did, her mirror shattered, smithereens of once frantic broken love, became a long lost dream.
Once was sharing and caring, altruistic to  the very last, but then the last one came along, destroyed her with his  nuclear blast.
Left remnants of her personality, caught, stuck fast on his electric fence.
Maybe discarding rubber soles, may complete the job, but  she's not that stupid and he's just a ****!