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.