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.