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.