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.