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.