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.