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.