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.