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.