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.