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.