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.