I live in such a tiny little fucking world
there are no windows, because I know there's no outside
I got your letter-- you know it didn't really mean much
since I'm the only living being in this world
you feeling better? I heard that you might still be crying
It's manufactured-- I know that you're not really bleeding
I got my letter-- sometimes I can't read my own writing
next time I'll type it, and everything will turn out clear
I don't believe the stars are
anything but tiny painted flecks on the ceiling
I don't believe the moon is
anything but a yellow crescent design,
painted on the back of my eyelid
it's getting late now-- I think that I might have to go
but there's still time-- if you're lucky I'll invite you in
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023