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.