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.