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.