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.