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.