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.