UNTITLED
by Mathew Woodward
Dear,
last night kept waking from a series of short and unrelated dreams and feel back to sleep after everyone yelling into pillow like an engine buried into water and in the morning I work up and heard wind panicking over shoulder into trees and there was a feeling in my mouth and a taste like I had been chewing on tin and there was the heaviness in the stomach like i had never slept but had been tring to look for something under water in the dark