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.