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.