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.