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.