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.