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.