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.