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.