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.