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.