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.