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.