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.