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.