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.