my reptile self's cold hugs=her reptile's self's iciness

i broke the little blue jar we kept on the living room table. the one our cuddly female snake would continuously coil around.  the poor ignoble reptile.  loneliness was essential to her automatic embraces. innate aloofness masked by eternal icy contact with surfaces. they can smell the possibility of commitment in others like border customs n border detector dogs. sniffer cunts.  they ve fooled millions. it's not commitment they re after. they re merely killers out for blood in life's ramdom ocean. 

lust enslaved the subjects. even inside her egg she had plotted her unstoppable rise to power. always hungry. always on preying mode. down there in the dumping ground sniffing for prospective weaklings she had already turned millions of serpentes into an army she commanded at will.  corn snakes had concocted mutinies orchestrated together with more imposing peers in the end they were all as docile as the indonesian aquatic informants. the likes of her no longer posing a challenge , she decided to move up in the food chain: proxima estación: presa facil, unslaveable earthlings.