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.