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.