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.