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.