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.