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.