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.