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.