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.