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.