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.