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.