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.