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.