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.