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.