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.