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.