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.