Raynor Wallace Award Winners - 2016
- Rita Mezic for "Riptide"
- Ana Campos for "Fade"
- Justin Repperger for "Engrossed"
I have memories, of standing upon the cliff edge
and staring at the dusk that made the sky run red
and forest stir.
I have memories, of tempting gravity to let us
fall as we stared down the riptide below.
You had asked me,
what would happen if you fell;
would I catch you.
I had found fault, in lies,
and thus answered that I would not,
for I would fall too,
and certainly vanish like an ill conceived plan.
I have memories, of your hearing your heart shatter
like a broken vase,
eyes insipid as you realized your mistakes.
I have memories, of watching you disappear into the bloody night,
and of the tears that burnt my cheeks.
I have these memories, but the only one
I want to recall is when I said you’d die to save me,
to keep me from falling off the edge.
Surely, I whispered, I’ll try to save you.
I still remember, my love, when you shook your head
and said you’d rather watch me on the dusty cliff edge than
hold my hand as we walk
among the clouds.
Spill your thoughts on me
And I’m the only one here
To catch every single drop
Don’t be scared
Let them drip down your veins
Pour your past
Pour your conscience
Pour your soul
Drown me while I cure you
I’ll heal your scars
Til you forget
They even existed
Let them fade,
The way you’ll let me fade
“Engrossed” (based on the artwork “Engrossed” by Aerosocks)
A hypnotic trance envelops my soul.
Jaw hanging open, tongue dangling,
I press my paws to my ears to pull the sound closer.
My thoughts become eclipsed.
Reality is no longer.
Eyes closed, chills traverse my body
Like tiny spiders scuttling from my neck to my claws.
Leaving my fur standing at attention.
Saluting the vibrations enchanting my brain.
Unselfconscious and unaware,
Saliva drips to the hardwood floor
My walls evaporate, leaving a thick, grey fog,
My ceiling contorts into a black, iron scaffolding,
Where five bright lights hang,
Transforming the fog to a pink smoke.
The bass pounds my chest,
Adrenaline races through my blood.
Alone in the waves of the crowd,
I float along the stormy sea,
Weightless, bodiless, I am the song.
 “Engrossed” by Aerosocks http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16952739/