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.