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.