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.