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.