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.