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.