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.