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.