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.