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.