Globophobia- fear of balloons

I heard the popping. 
I smelled the rubber.

I feigned touching the 
round orbs. 
The fear bubbled 
like a cauldron in my stomach.

I couldn't force 
the bile in my throat to go down. 
My blood was a chilled ice pop.

Pop, 
pop, 
pop 
went the balloons and a scream escaped my mouth.

It went unheard in the hallway of horrors that was my dream.

I cried for the help that would never come.

I am Globophobia.©️

Published from my book Abyss of Nightmares!

Abyss of Nightmares: Poetry Illuminating Phobias https://a.co/d/6dhGOly