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.