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.