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.