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.