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.