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.