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.