Liar

• Aislinn Knight, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

My heart is burning,
My legs are on fire.
I glance behind me
And there he is, that filthy liar.

As I trip and fall,
My legs out of fire,
I see his face,
That filthy liar.

My life flashes before me,
To my first day of school,
To my first date
When I hit my head on the pool.

Then I remember,
I'm lying on the street.
A knife at my throat,
A killer at my feet.