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.