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.