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.