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.