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.