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.