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.