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.