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.