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.