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.