, Volume 34, Issue 1, pp 73-75
Date: 25 Nov 2012

Poems by Victoria Reynolds

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I worked with Vicky for 5 years as a learning advisor, supporting her in her studies. She had a history of serious self-harm and died on 15 December 2011, 3 days after her thirty-third birthday. Despite the difficulties and challenges of her life, she was an exceptional and determined student and a talented and gifted woman. Her many creative endeavours included art work, knitting and needlecraft. Shortly before her death, we had discussed the possibility of sending some of her work for publication, and she requested that they be submitted under her own name. She is greatly missed.

1. Betraying My Body

Darkness scratching inside my skull,

A sibilant whisper:

“Let me out”.

Eyes closed,

The damned desire washes through

“Let me make it better”.

But I want to walk.


Frail hands, frail mind

Reach for the needle.

Life measured in litres.

Heart pumps a scared, skittering pulse,

Ice forms through my body,

Warm clouds settle my mind

Obscuring thoughts, words, memories.

Body twitching, shifting