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.