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.