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.