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.