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.