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.