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.