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.