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.