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.