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.