We will become silhouettes.

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode.

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

*the postal service

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