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.