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.