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.