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.