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.