Whats UP down South

No More

You can do it.

It's not that far.

Then you look up again.

You count the pews.

Then guage the steps.

You start to get up.

But you can't.

So you sit.

You look down.

You look anywhere.

But there.

Then you have to.

They are waiting.

You finally stand.

You try to go forward.

But you can't.

You can't breath.

You turn.

Find another door.

You can't bear to see her.

In that box.

Not again.