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.