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.