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.