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.