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.