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.