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.