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.