There is no one

There is no one. No one is looking this way. No one starting to notice or beginning to be gripped by curiosity. No one at all. So am I simply another sounding board among a Myriad of voices in the chamber of horrors? I begin to scream along with their chant “look at me, look at me”. I glance at my image of chrome on a bookshelf which is just out of my reach. I then begin to whisper, listen here, or is it listen hear? I drown out myself with a succession little thoughts. I am nearing my conclusion. Yes. No. I don’t know, are all that comprise my missing vocabulary. Just these five words, and they equal my number. Five easy reasons. An equation of my hidden truth. 5 = yn (idk).

Christopher Thompson