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.