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.