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.