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.