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.