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.