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.