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.