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.