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.