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.