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.