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.