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.