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.