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.