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.