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.