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.