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.