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.