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.