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.