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.