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.