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.