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.