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.