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.