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.