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.