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.