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.