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.