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.