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.