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.