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.