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.