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.