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.