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.