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.