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.