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.