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.