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.