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.