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.