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.