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.