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.