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.