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.