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.