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.