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.