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.