Fictional Critters Mutant
Its not just
the volume of communication principles that impact
but personal creativitys influence over assorted
creatures tenias tend to bounce no deficit of stories
reaching support during interstellar attacks. Grasp,
So, when lading
rocketships, setting instruments to seta, its best to
to remain fixed on electronic lateens, nuclear
The progenies of
gelatinous wildebeests forever touch on the degree
Of healing that
five-headed hoydens can confer upon spoilt humans,
Grandmas memory loss didnt
reflect a coofs mentation, but the sorrowful veracity
Of aging. Her maintaining perennials, else cleaning windows,
couldnt echo her dear
Loves wishes. That elders memory
collectanea, too, chucked aside familial
Conversations from decades of
interstellar experiences. Abruptly, Nanas heliopause
No longer split cognitions from imagined happenstances.
Her dog starved. Her cat died when accidentally bolted in a
closet. Meanwhile, she shilly-
Shallied over peeling tomatoes or having them whole. Besides, she
couldnt educe which
Shoe matched which foot, how to zipper dresses, or why soiled
laundry went in hampers.
Friends phone numbers melted alike April snowflakes. As
well, her usual walking course
Became as mystical to her as organic chemistry had been at
Most disturbing (she had been an English professor) were her
tribulations per language.
Vocabularies ran athwart in her head. She made use of
onions as undies when mail
Ordering clothing, confounding her aide, confusing her
distributor. Lamenting methods
By which people used words, she fretted, hung about unable
to sustain her self-imposed
Mission of enforcing independence and individual
Sometimes, when that elder unintentionally admitted access past
her integument, people
Shuddered. There were few temporal/geographic landmarks left
within her inner world.
Moreover, minus feedback, that crones peripheral reality
shifted, embraced alien plants,
Outworlders, atmospheres infused with pinkish dust. Night was day
for her, weeks had
No significance. The litterateur
Occasionally and then increasingly so, she located senses near her
sitting rooms exposed
Ceiling bulb as though that lights reflet could reestablish
a stronghold for her victimized
Brain. Yet, that glassy patina, no matter its brilliant surface,
fortified those elements long
Enslaved by darknesses that crafted generalizations out of the
range of dialectic, similarly
Deflated nous, messed with common sense, reduced practical
Her personal programme grew more restrictive. She began
considering her beloveds as cult
Participants, as abusers. Precious people became addictions, slave
masters, Mafia members.
Cringing and crying, shed turn away from visitors or
threaten them with her invisible guns.
The persons able to enter her abode were well-advised to buttress
themselves with pillows,
To consume giant spoonfuls of patience, to not cry.
Fur and whiskers
came together to organize the hunt.
On board, many,
tiny, clawed feet scuddled, arousing
Captain and crew
(traps, like poison, had miscarried.)
Initially, a local
poverty of substantial communication
Kept sailors from
noting. Next, irrational fear muffled
Queen was called to cull those raiders.
demanded a cuddy. Anon, whole fish, eyes
Glazed by death,
& sweet water (scarce commodity),
sacks for nesting were also exacted.
grooming all paws, cleaning her back,
Taking a fortnight
worth of naps, she deigned to sniff
Out the intruders,
distribute small bodies on all decks.