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.