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.