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.