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.