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.