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.