Thought police
She plots to swindle
outwit and harm
the bank that withdrew
her overdraft.
She smashes the car
that ‘cut her up'
while she drinks tea
from a china cup.
She deeply bites
her tormentor's flesh,
letting his blood
trickle down her dress.
Her skin so flushed
with satisfaction,
her eyelids flicker,
she stirs a fraction.
All this she does
within her dreams
and strains to cry
with muted screams.
Nobody knows
and nobody sees.
Only the thought police
hide in the trees.
poem by Ruth Walters
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