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.