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.