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.