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.