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.