fifty thousand people, shrieking
tear me limb from limb from limb and ship my body parts to different continents
existing everywhere on earth simultaneously
fifty thousand people repeating the word ‘fuck’ over and over
seven billion eighty-eight million ninety-three thousand people standing silently
hundreds of sleepless nights trying to remember the names of every sea
Kelsea Basye spends most of her time staring at the various bugs that decide to die on her floor.