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.