In the innermost, it is dark,
it is quiet.
Sometimes too quiet.
I venture, and peer out the door.
Dropping breadcrumbs, skipping over precarious bombs.
Some more things are stored here.
Not all mine,
but all important.
Check them all to make sure;
they are safe.
Unchain the chains, unbolt the bolts,
crack the door to sneak a peek.
One eye peeks back.
I am frozen;
how did you...
You never should have come through the hedge maze.
You are not welcome here, go back.
I close the door,
And send you to the outermost circle.
No other things.
I run back, fleeing.
It’s better this way.
Safe and sound with my