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.