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.