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.