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.