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.