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.