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.