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.