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.