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.