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.