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.