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.