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.