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.