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.