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.