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.