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.