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.