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.