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.