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.