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.