Undressing the Hot Girl

Trying to impress the pretty girl
Who perpetually walks under everyone’s gaze
Oppressed under the weight
Of admiring or belittling judgement.  
Back straight, tilted smile
So you can’t see the flaws
Carefully hidden and coyly disguised.

But when you get her in the room
Close the door
With bated breath
You remove all her ornaments
While the air becomes hotter
Musky, murkier anticipation
When first it’s clear  
She’s not what you expect.  
Every piece of flesh exposed
To the ominous light
Reveals the foulness  
Of her internal plight
A body of insults
An internal unclean
Unwholesome scars
Stretched and obscene.