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.