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.