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.