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.