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.