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.