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.