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.