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.