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.