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.