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.