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.