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.