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.