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.