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.