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.