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.