Liquid revelation in a test tube,
just one sip and you’ll spill all your secrets
into my waiting ear. Give me the cube,
the nuclear launch codes and don’t forget
to sing those account numbers too. Made from
shiny purple berries concentrated
and distilled into my secret serum.
One sip and you are intoxicated.
No conditioning can stop you talking.
No torture needed to glean your secrets.
A sip or two sets you talking, spilling
it all. No regrets, in sleep you’ll forget
about that purple drink I handed you.
Don’t worry, I won’t leave a single clue.
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I have no idea what those berries are. They looked cool; so I took a picture while out walking. I’ll bet they’re poisonous. If anyone has a clue about their identification, I’d love to know!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth Serum.”