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.