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.