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.