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.