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.