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.