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.