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.