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.