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.