Victoria Annette Bailey
Victoria Annette Bailey Poems
- Matryoshka Doll The doorframe has your shape attached I ...
- Hyacinth A unique hyacinth corrupts the field of red, red ...
- Kids These Days Katie was a malevolent tease The start is ...
- There Are A Lot Of People In T...
- Vandalize Utopia You were always beautiful A hostage held in...
- Snow White & Mr Darcy It seems far more romantic, To leave ...
- Legs Legs perched at the barstool With the razor-wire ...
Victoria Annette Bailey was born in 1991, in London, England. The eldest child of Lacey and Patrick Bailey, she began to express an interest in literature and poetry as soon as she acquired the ability to read. She expresses a great interest in the darker side to literature, acknowledging favouritism in the works of Edgar Allan Poe, and attempts to draw the more sinister faces of life into her work.
She is very keen on the lyrical works of Counting Crows lyricist, Adam Duritz, and the poetical productions of Dorothy Parker. With a great interest in philosophy and psychology, Victoria aims to show the plane of the world that is not always so candy-coated.
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The doorframe has your shape attached
I think you may be there,
Bloodied butterflies dance beside your step
Get tangled in your hair.
Smother the silence in nicotine
Peace face down at the floor,
Industrial halo frames your face,
As you stand in the door.
I'm no longer human, I have no eyes
I sleep in our cellophane bed,
I'm just a Matryoshka doll
Multiple faces painted red.
You kill me in my every wake,
Each morning I waste away
Smaller as I start anew
You lace through every day.