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.