We stood there throwing rotten fruit
off of that high-rise building to the
pavement that sat frozen underneath
us.

Tomatoes smashed in splatters,
contrasting the black background,
as their corpses littered the back
parking lot.

Adrenaline ran through my frozen
limbs, the feeling of liberation a
high. The highest high I had ever
felt.

You laughed as you almost hit a
couple getting out of their small
red car.

At that moment I began to realize
you hated the idea of being held
down.

Us together would lead to one
of us lying below the horizon
of the building in the spot of
expired fruit carcasses.

Looking at you at that moment
I knew that it would be me.

Samantha Zimmerman (editor; she/her) is an editor of Pine Hills Review and a current graduate student at SUNY New Paltz. She loves experimenting with different types of poetry and writing creative nonfiction. Her work has been featured in Sledgehammer Lit, Bullshit Lit, and Discretionary Love Magazine. She currently resides in a small town in the middle of nowhere in New York.

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