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.