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.