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.