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.