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.