trigger warning: suicide

"Come downstairs, Billy. We got your outfit and your plushie.  We got your little bag too, honey. So come quick."
“I have a cold, mommy. I don’t want to go to church"
"Father and praying will fix you, Billy!"
Not true, he said, I pray and pray, 
but the illness gets worse 

And people shouted every time they spoke.
go to church
go to the clinic
go and fix, Billy.

So Billy moved his feet like walking down the stair.
Short, steady and away from the chair.
Billy went up, instead, as the church bell rang.