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.