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.