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.