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.