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.