Injected blood
Body’s hot blood
A stream of truth
Forcing out the
Most secretive answers
From memory bank and
Through the mouth
To open stale air
And the ears
Of his adversary
Solving the hard case
Saving a fragile case
Against his will
For their own selfish
Acts of discovery
He told them everything
About the way she
Stared back into his
Heartless eyes
How he grasped her
Closely and told her
Not to scream
And then by ominous chance
His hand slipped
A deadly serum
Into her pretty neck
And he watched her
Die in his arms
A most tragic scene
Like Romeo and Juliet
In Shakespeare’s final
Act of foolish love
Later on
He would do the same
Just to be with her
In a cold dark room far away
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth Serum.”
Another prompt repeat, my favorite. See my first response over a year ago.
