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.