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.