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.