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.