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.