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.