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.