Bruises Heal

Bruises Heal

Names, cold shoulders,
Silence in the canteen;
Her words are scalpels.
Cutting self esteem.

"Stuck up little cow!
Thinks she's really it!"
Laughter slices, she prescribes
A sharp, unfunny wit.

Ridiculed for standing out,
My marks are much too high
And so she drip-feeds saline hate,
injecting with a lie.

She's bright, she'll find
The weakest spot to pierce and prod and poke
She uses stealth, and poisoned words
And wears them like a cloak.

It seems I am her favourite game
And I'm the one who loses,
if she'd done this with her fists,
At least there would be bruises.

from Poems with Attitude (Hodder, 2000), copyright © Andrew Fusek Peters and Polly Peters 2000, used by permission of the authors and the publisher


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1Where were the Experts when it came to Kissing?

2What my Mother Said

3Brace Yourself

4Skate Date

5Goldilocks and the Phwoar Boys

6French Verbs

7Unevensong (Sung by the Stupid)

8Bruises Heal

9Remembrance Day

10Under my Skin - Self Harm

11It's All In A Name

12The Nighthawks (After Edward Hopper)

13Slugs And Snails And Puppy Dogs' Tails

14Sugar And Spice And All Things Nice

15Good to Be a Lad

16Perfect Blend

17He and She

18Luv my Bruv

19For Mark

20A Period Costume Drama

21Our Steve


23The Long Waiting

24The Professor of Philosophy

25Red Ribbon - World Aids Day

26First Drink

27Recipe for Disaster


29The Pearls of Primrose Hill


31Icarus Sickarus

32The Night Kitchen




36Size Matters



39Performance Pressure

40On the Radio On the Way Home


42Nat - The Rollercoaster

43Carl - Afterburn

44Kate - The Heart's Haiku

45Mrs Newbury - One Week After

46Precious Autumn

Books by Andrew Fusek Peters and Polly Peters