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.