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.