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.