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.