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.