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.