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.