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.