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.