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.