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.