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.