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.