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.