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.