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.