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.