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.