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.