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.