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.