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.