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.