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.