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.