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.