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.