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.