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.