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.