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[the-most-humble-blog]

This is the expanded Patreon cut of BLACKSITE IMPOSSIBLES: THE DEAD DO NOT RISE. The public version was the body. This one is the autopsy. If the original hit your workplace trauma, this version goes deeper into the ugly little machinery underneath it: labor, grief, usefulness, family, exhaustion, and the terrifying possibility that the world never loved the person as much as it loved the output. Full piece below for members.

BLACKSITE IMPOSSIBLES: THE DEAD DO NOT RISE | Mr. Humble | Blacksite Literature™

A labor horror story about what happens when the soul leaves, the body stays dead, and the job still expects someone to cover the shift. The

[drunkpoemsfrommyphone]

I planted garden plots of lilacs Underneath each eye for you I watered them w sleepless nights And steadily they grew They bear witness to my aimless mind It’s trends towards the blue, But you are sunshine in my life A shining thread run through In time I’ll learn to cope better, Change is long overdue, Until then I have my flowers Until then I have you.

'For Carolyn' or 'Night Garden'

-e.m.