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.