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.