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.