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.