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.