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.