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.