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.