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.