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.