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.