They surround me

on all sides
of the narrow-aisled
maze,
waiting patiently
for me
to forget
where I am,
lose focus, or
let my guard down.
They wait for me
to be distracted
or complacent
or tired
or simply confused
so that I'll run into
their razor-sharp
blades
again
and allow them
to have one of
their cheap
little thrills
at watching me
writhe.