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.