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.