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.