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.