Wrong Men

They are like soldiers

all the same 

unable to feel

yet they come after you like the enemy to be won

claiming the territory of your body

clever spy
trained to extract information
knows how to invade

all the corners of your privacy
until you reveal your heart

the fatal opening

unsuspecting of a trap 

the snare at your ankle

sets off the explosion 

shellshocked
you're left on the barren field, bleeding
as they march away 

no remorse 

for their duty 

to woman 

left for dead

all those wrong men

who buried
you

alive