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.