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.