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.