One Hundred Lines

One Hundred Lines Humans, not the smartest flesh on the planet.Let me tell you something hurtful: the conundrum in which we are drowning is made of pain, fear, and sorrow.Distant echoes of blood.Can you feel the verge on your lips?This is not a funny thing to say.Do you remember when your fingers were long and purple?Thank you. Thank me. Thank us.Eileen is here with seventeen swollen tongues in hi…