'Tiny Town' by Will Musgrove

To make all the town’s problems small, the mayor shrank it down to the size of a poppy seed. Soon the mayor mistook the town as a garnish and ate it atop a Caesar salad, trapping the microscopic denizens inside his apathetic body. Realizing what he’d done, the mayor swallowed cyanide to secretly poison his constituents. The press would eat me alive, he thought. The mayor died a few days later, but his people survived. They went looking for a new home, navigating the mayor’s decaying veins and muscle fibers to settle in his earlobes, where they trumpet day and night, “We are still here. We are still here.”