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.