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.