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.