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.