Edward Mordrake

It unrelents,  genetic misery,

which is for each of us our legacy.

It led to sleepless dreams ruptured by

murmurs, shouts and lurid melodies

at the expense of their owner

and his parasitic sister.

Lying on his side, damnably built,

and battered daily by his self-same flesh,

Edward heard his dreams filtered through the voice

of his diabiological enemy.

Varieties of speech, necessity,

in Janus’ enduring reflection,

shed staccato rhythms down the spine.

Discordant gasps followed slowly after

when the siblings found one shared pleasure

in sanguinely cleaving their suture

with geminated pharmakon death.