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.