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.