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.