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.