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.