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.