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.