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.