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.