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.