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.