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.