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.