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.