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dreamcatcher A. H. Lewi s Those sighs are trapped in these walls and yet they ring hollow until nighttime when sleep is a hand around my throat and nightmares are mangled burial grounds of my own making. Someday the echoes of that name will be lost forever to the skies where they’ll weave a dream catcher out of moonlight. I await that display so I may rest peacefully at last, when the images of slumber become as weightless as stars and the only sensation on my neck is a soft pair of lips in a gentle kiss goodnight. 31 Cauldron Anthology