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.