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.