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.