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.