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.