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.