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.