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.