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.