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.