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.