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.