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.