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.