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.