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.