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.