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.