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.