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.