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.