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.