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.