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.