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.