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.