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.