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.