The Afterlife's PPE Kit (2)

 He will not let you out of your box,

hush now.

There are still others after you,

 and many who arrived before.

 His hands are dead

 and so are his gloves,

 and so are you,

 so really, there is nothing amiss here.

The living?

 Oh no.

 They cannot touch you.

 They do not have the right gloves yet.

It is not latex or nitrile,

it is rot

 and suffering,

 and pain.

 Pain is of small kinds.

And big kinds.

Some have small gloves for small hands.

They did not get to see the world.

Some have big gloves for big hands.

They wish they did not see the world.