She  Was Leaking. There Was A Wound  
  And  She  Was  Pouring  Out Of  It,   
   Pluming  Into  The  Coiled  Scarves  
   Tight  Around Her, A  Beige  Cocoon  
  Spun  From All  Those  Garments, Now  
     Unrecognizeable,    Traceless.     
   Slowly  Drawing  Out  The   Liquid   
        Parts       Of       Her.