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Phobia - Automatonophobia
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August 2002 Poetry Automatonophobia.
Ventriloquist dummies.
Fear.
It looks as though,
it’s speaking.
It moves as though,
it’s real.
But it can’t be.
It’s fake right?
Can it see me?
It’s eyes are fixed,
in my direction.
An evil grin,
appears on it’s face.
I hyperventilate.
I start to shake.
The phobia kicks in.
~*~ Jill ~*~
