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.