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.