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.