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.