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.