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.