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.