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.