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.