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.