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.