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.