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.