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.