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.