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.