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.