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.