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.