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.