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.