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.