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.