Strip her of the heels; strip her of the stockings.
Strip her of the bracelets and the necklaces and the earrings.
Strip her of the dress, tight and black or frilly and pink.
Strip her of the bra, a size too small to accent her breasts.
Strip her of the mascara, pulling out one eyelash at a time.
Strip her of the lipstick, like red blood painted across her face.
And you’ve got a girl, shivering and white. You’ve got a face, pale and shaken.
You’re got purity and honesty, with a dab of vulnerability pasted across her legs.
You’ve got a girl, tattooed only with birth marks and pierced only with dimples.