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.